Oh, I love the mustard-pot! cried the Wart. Wherever did you get it? At this the pot beamed all over its face and began to strut a bit, but Merlyn rapped it on the head with a teaspoon, so that it sat...
My boy, you shall be everything in the world, animal, vegetable, mineral, protista, or virus, for all I care-before I have done with you-but you will have to trust my superior backsight. The time is n...
Might does not make right! Right makes right!
Merlyn always said that sportsmanship was the curse of the world, and so it is.
In the end they came to the inner chamber, where Morgan le Fay herself lay stretched upon her bed of glorious lard.
I don't think things ought to be done because you are to do them. I think they should be done because you to do them.
Grey damp would be around them, and the sun, a copper penny, would fade away. The wings next to their own wings would shade into vacancy, until each bird was a lonely sound in cold annihilation, a pre...
Finally, there was the impediment of his nature. In the secret parts of his peculiar brain, those unhappy and inextricable tangles which he felt at the roots, the boy was disabled by something which w...
Owls are the most courteous, single—hearted and faithful creatures living. You must never be familiar, rude or vulgar with them, or make them look ridiculous. Their mother is Athene, the goddess of wi...
Who doth ambition shun And loves to lie in the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets,
Was it the wicked leaders who led innocent populations to slaughter, or was it wicked populations who chose leaders after their own hears? On the face of it, it seemed unlikely that one Leader could f...
To disbelieve in original sin, does not mean that you must believe in original virtue. It only means that you must not believe that people are utterly wicked.
The snow-haired Uncle Dap, so old as to be absolutely fabulous, was trying to jump over his walking-stick.
The blessing of forgetfulness: that was the first essential. If everything one did, or which one’s fathers had done, was an endless sequence of Doings doomed to break forth bloodily, then the past mus...
The best cure for grief is learning.
So we may well believe that the King's men were shriven on the night before they fought. Something of the young man's vision had penetrated to his captains and his soldiers. Something of the new ideal...
So little time to pass? said Merlyn, and a big tear ran down to the end of his nose.
Queen Morgause, said Gwenever thoughtfully, must have been a strange person.
Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically – to those who hardly think about us in return.
One more try,' he asked, 'We are not quite done.' 'What is the use of trying?' 'It is a thing which people do.
