The treachery of a friend is worse than the treachery of an enemy.
Playing in an orchestra is completely different to playing on my own.Sometimes I played, sometimes listened; instead of waiting my turn, I sometimes interrupted another player, sometimes I argued, som...
Yet, in H.R Ellis Davidson's wise words: Reading the myths, we can identify the Norseman's spirit and confidence, his boundless curiosity, extreme bravery, clannish loyalty, generosity and discipline;...
When I was a boy, I took over the shed at the bottom of the garden and displayed fossils and potsherds and coins in it and proudly called it my 'museum'. I charged people to come in, and my most prize...
The three sons of Bor had no liking for Ymir... At last they attacked Ymir and killed him. His wounds were like springs; so much blood streamed from them and so fast, that the flood drowned all the fr...
Fearlessness is better than a faint heart for any man who puts his nose out of doors. The length of my life and the day of my death were fated long ago.
In the beginning was the word, and primitive societies venerated poets second only to their leaders. A poet had the power to name and so to control; he was, literally, the living memory of a group or...
Be generous, be spirited, and you'll lead a happy life.
No Viking believed he could change his destiny, ordained as it was by the Norns who wove the fates of gods and men alike (Note 4) but, for all that, the way in which he lived his life was up to him. T...
This superstitious, family-oriented existence is the background to 'The Lay of Loddfafnir' and the whole of (Myth and Note25). This great compendium of aphorisms and advice on right conduct offers a...
Sometimes it's better not to see. Sometimes it's better to have a choice.
That's where the raiders would come from, and where Wales begins. That's where the world starts to turn blue.
Lif and Lifthrasir will have children. Their children will have children. There will be life and new life, life everywhere on earth. That was the end; and this is the beginning.
The rivers that sprang from Hvergelmir streamed into the void. The yeasty venom in them thickened and congealed like slag, and the rivers turned into ice.
A culture finds the gods it needs.
That's what happens when you're really concentrating. Time stands still. Time flies!
You can teach someone a skill but you can't teach them spirit.
As often as not, a man who sticks at home knows next to nothing about his guest.
Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour, changing sound.
Some things in our lives, we think about, we hope for, we dream of, we half believe. But some we just know. And what I know, Laura, is that if you practise and learn to play this instrument, the day w...