I think I ought to have some eddication,"said the Wart, "I can't think of anything to do.

You run a grave risk, my boy," said the magician, "of being turned into a piece of bread, and toasted.

Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for dozens of reasons, in a muddle.

Now, in their love, which was stronger, there were the seeds of hatred and fear and confusion growing at the same time: for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury.

Unfortunately we have tried to establish Right by Might, and you can 't do that.

Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness.

There is one fairly good reason for fighting - and that is, if the other man starts it. You see, wars are a great wickedness, perhaps the greatest wickedness of a wicked species. They are so wicked that they must not be allowed. When you can be perfectly certain that the other man started them, then is the time when you might have a sort of duty to stop them.