Intuition is the voice of the spirit within you.

We’re born alone and we die alone, I accept that. But why, God, do we have to be alone in the middle?

Bodies wear out to remind us they are temporary, and force us to spend more thought on our spirits

As the sun is to the earth, so Honour is to a man. without it, he will not flourish. All else may fail you, but honour is the treasure no one can take from you, the shield no one can penetrate unless you let them. Honour is beautiful and clean. Honour is sacred.

You have no enemy until you make one.

There was a rhythm to the canter. Up, forward, down; up, forward, down. It soon became pleasant. The broad warm rump felt good beneath her. The pounding was diminished, cushioned by the horse's muscles and the springiness of his hindquarter joints . . . The ridden horse was a marvel, diminishing space.

He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.