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The harshest lesson of all was that which ran contrary to the teaching of his own personality.

Like many a longed-for gift, it was, in possession, unwelcome.

It was not fear that kept them from misusing what they had. It was self-respect.

She had no reason not to believe in the impossible. Desperation was always ready to pray for miracles.

Fashions change. Even in mythology.

The demons had invented love. There needs to be said no more.

And in the manner of this ideal we strive, though even that not too onerously. For piety itself may be used to make a chain about the soul.

“Your beauty leaves me breathless,” said Pereban.

“Yet you find the breath to say so.”

Of the rest, nothing further is said, save that lovers love and live and, in due season, as all men must, they also die. And so with Ezail and Chavir who had been Sovaz and Oloru, Azhriaz and Chuz. For such was and is mortal life, mortal death. But for love, who can predict or measure, plot, ascribe, or declare an end. Love is one of the immortals.

To be static was never wise. Cobwebs clung to walls which stood. Men must journey, for in motion lay the seed, or at least the symbol of progress.

The deeds of conquest and omnipotence have a sameness, as does the exposition of most evil.

You will go to any length, however sumptuous or cataclysmic, in order solely to avoid the words: it appears I am at fault.