There are none of you, good doctors, could cope with my family anyway.

That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

Then you must reconcile yourself to the fact that something is always hurt by any change. If you do this, you will not be hurt yourself.

Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver." "Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.