Over the millennia the seed of stories planted in the fertile soil of bits and scraps of facts was watered by wishes and began to take root and grow. Eventually, a bountiful fruit of rumors burst forth, to be spread on the wind of whispers that said we hid a fabled hoard of gold. Nothing could convince the believers that it was not true. The truth does not glitter for these people like gold does.

Wizard's Eleventh and Final Rule The "Rule Unspoken", the "Rule Unwritten", "The rule from the beginning of time.

But emotions when based on valued things can be a faithful and consistant sum of truths.

Wrong doing must be punished. If not, it will proliferate until anarchy wears the robes of tolerance and understanding.

I wish people had half the honor of dragons.

Emotions are the end result, the sum, of things learned

Once you place that crown of liar on your head, you can take it off again, but it leaves a stain for all time.