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A crown is more discomfort than adornment. If you have learned that, you have already learned much.

—Among the other things lunatics make: their own version of truth.

I’m unattuned to happiness.

Men change their gods, and when they have changed them often enough they cease to fear their power.

He regarded himself as inhabiting a jungle in which behind masks of civilised behavior and conventional politeness everybody, doctor or not, was out for what he could get. No means of enhancing his reputation, status and income escaped him.

Take this as a gift from a crone to a maiden, and know there is not so much difference between the two. For even a tottering granddam keeps a portion of girlish heart, and the youngest maiden a thread of old woman’s wisdom.

“Dyrnwyn is yours,” Gwydion said, “as it was meant to be.”

“Yet Arawn is slain,” Taran replied. “Evil is conquered and the blade’s work done.”

“Evil conquered?” said Gwydion. “You have learned much, but learn this last and hardest of lessons. You have conquered only the enchantments of evil. That was the easiest of your tasks, only a beginning, not an ending. Do you believe evil itself so quickly overcome? Not so long as men still hate and slay each other, when greed and anger goad them. Against these even a flaming sword cannot prevail, but only that portion of good in all men’s hearts whose flame can never be quenched.

This much have I learned: A man’s life weighs more than glory, and a price paid in blood is a heavy reckoning.

“You are the oaken staff I lean on,” Taran said. “More than that.” He laughed. “You are the whole sturdy tree, and a true warrior.”

Coll, instead of beaming, looked wryly at him. “Do you mean to honor me?” he asked. “Then say, rather, I am a true grower of turnips, and a gatherer of apples. No warrior whatever, save that I am needed thus for a while. My garden longs for me as much as I long for it.”

There is truth in all things, if you understand them well.

If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.

“Count yourself lucky,” the potter went on, “that you have understood this now and not spent your years in vain hope. This much have you learned, and no learning is wasted.”