The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?

Caught between glass and wood, that which breaks and that which bends, that which sings and that which survive. So our lives go.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead fish.

It isn't wise to be rude to one's mother. She knows everything about your childhood that is potentially embarassing.

One day,' Orest said, looking at him comically, 'you will say something that is less than practical and sensible, something that is driven by no forethought and nothing but passion, and I will probably collapse with shock.

Truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism.