How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.

To live in this world is a rare thing; most people just exist.

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Only good questions deserve good answers.

Duty is what one expects from others.

Don't feed the trolls; nothing fuels them so much.

When one pays a visit it is for the purpose of wasting other people's time, not one's own.