The world is a big place and our brain is only three pounds.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.

I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they prize it above all things--all things!--but only so long as it remains invisible.

If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.

If the world is a game whose rules are written by the God, and sorcerers are those who cheat and cheat, then who has written the rules of sorcery?