For There Is No Higher Religion Than

The Visible World Was Only An Imperfect Reflection Of The Ideal, Which The Philosopher Sought To Transcend.

Light Flared Through Every Limb, A Force Far Too Great To Be Contained In Any Human Frame; But For That Moment She Was The Great Mother, Giving Birth To The World.

For There Is No Higher Religion Than The Truth.

Magic Is A Matter Of Focusing The Disciplined Will. But Sometimes The Will Must Be Abandoned. The Secret Lies In Knowing When To Exercise Control, And When To Let Go.

Lancelot: Morgaine, Morgaine - Kinswoman, I Have Never Seen You Weep. Morgaine: Are You Like So Many Men, Afraid Of A Woman's Tears? (...) Lancelot: No (...) It Makes Them Seem So Much More Real, So Much More Vulnerable - Women Who Never Weep Frighten Me, Because I Know They Are Stronger Than I, And I Am Always A Little Afraid Of What They Will Do.