Today, salute, mile, serve, deep. And I am never doing that again.-Kavi

In his opinion, working was vastly overrated. Particularly as a way to build character, for everyone who engaged in it was far too snappish and fussy, and seemed to have no manners at all.

So truth created the ultimate lie. Was this what the world was like for wizards? This thorny, gray tangle where right and wrong were so mixed there was no telling them apart?

I never thought honor would feel like betrayal.

Fisk would take care of it.

Man must look after man sicne no god watches out for us.

I do give them to you," he announced. "Of my free will. Because this is my sword." He laid a hand on Arisa's shoulder. "And Weasle is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron.

And you are going to close the gates, because I told you to close the gates.

I do give them to you, " he announced. "Of my free will. Because this is my sword." He laid a hand on Arisa's shoulder. "And Weasle is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron.

With Weasel and Arisa at his side, anything was possible. Anything.

Sometimes you can't fight. Sometimes, some things, you have to outlast.

Success leads to greater success.

What keeps the marriage going is your commitment to your spouse's holiness.

Most men go through life unchallenged, except at the final moment.

The starship Enterprise was a metaphor starship Earth, and the vision was that the strength of this starship lay in its diversity.

I even used to stop vehicles going through stop signs, even though I was walking.

A good movie with bad music can kill a great dramatic scene.

It can even be a single note which defines the entire song.

Often the difference between a successful man and a failure is not one's better abilities or ideas, but the courage that one has to bet on his ideas, to take a calculated risk — and to act.

It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.