Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.

We are content with the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes. The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures his existence.

Look where we worship.

Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.

Forgiveness: best for cleansing. Forgetfulness best for repetition.

Truth is much like fire. Hard to understand, ever-changing.

You're bloody insane, Karede, " Mat said. "Unfortunately, so am I.

When you are in love' hypocrisy won over principle.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Today's younger generation is no worse than my own. We were just as ignorant and repulsive as they are, but nobody listened to us.

Obedience is not measured by our ability to obey laws and principles, obedience is measured by our response to God’s voice.

A fully equipped duke costs as much to keep up as two Dreadnoughts, and dukes are just as great a terror - and they last longer.

But every jet of chaos which threatens to exterminate us is convertible by intellect into wholesome force. Fate is unpenetrated causes.

I would define boastfulness to be the pretension to good which the boaster does not possess.