The wheel of a man's life. No mercy. No pity.

Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this. Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.

Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.

Courage to strengthen, fire to blind, music to daze, iron to bind.

A shoat squealing under a fence just attracts the fox, when it should be trying to run.

Loial, son of Arent, son of Halen, had secretly always wanted to be hasty.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway.

I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.

We are always more afraid than we wish to be, but we can always be braver than we expect.

The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.

I believe I will not not die a minute too early or a minute too late, but exactly when I am supposed to.

You are my eternal love and I am your eternal beloved. That is the truth I came to believe.

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.

Throughout Scripture we read of warnings preceding disaster. Such alerts from God are part of His grace and provision.

I constantly pack my pockets full of worthless trinkets, and in such misguided gorging I leave my heart empty and my soul emaciated because I have forgotten everything but trinkets.

One of the main pitfalls of any theoretically "niche" show is that you spend too much time on the "niche" and not enough time on the "show."

The only time I did not know how to be, physically, was when I lost a lot of weight. That was the only time I didn't understand my body.

Ephemerality is the little magazine's generic fate; by promptly dying it gives proof that it remained loyal to its first program.

The superiority of the distant over the present is only due to the mass and variety of the pleasures that can be suggested, compared with the poverty of those that can at any time be felt.

The common perception is it only happens to people who aren't paying attention.