This victory will be your I ruin.
Things which of themselves avail nothing, when united become powerful.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
It is a kingly act to help the fallen.
Simplicity, very rare in our age.
There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.