And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know...

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.

Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there's a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.

There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.

I am the most miserable person who ever lived, " he said... "You are young, and in love, " said Primus. "Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be, ' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

Most people — however much they might deny it — had an idea of what they were getting into when they got into it.

The facile economic and psychological debunking of the theoretical life cannot do away with its irreducible beauties.

The Sister Fund supports spiritual women and their organizations, both grassroots activists for justice, and national and international social change agents.

Events do not really have beginnings or ends. Behind every event is the previous one, causing, or helping to cause, what follows.

The intent and not the deed Is in our power; and, therefore, who dares greatly Does greatly.

We would often rather seem dutiful to others than to succeed in our duties; and often we would rather tell our friends that we have done them good than to do good in actuality.

Every great company, brand, career has been built in exactly the same way: bit by bit, step by step, little by little.

Not to find one’s way around a city does not mean much. But to lose one’s way in a city, as one loses one’s way in a forest, requires some schooling.

Not a superman who stumbles, but an ape with makeshift manners in whose nickel-plated jungles roam mechanical bananas.

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.