That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.
Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill.
Nobody steals books but your friends.
Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.
Good-bye and hello, as always.
Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.