His Cloak Was His Crowning Glory; Sable,

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

We All Dream Of Things We Cannot Have.

We're Children. We're Supposed To Be Childish.

The Gods Made Our Bodies As Well As Our Souls, Is It Not So? They Give Us Voices, So We Might Worship Them With Song. They Give Us Hands, So We Might Build Them Temples. And They Give Us Desire, So We Might Mate And Worship Them In That Way.

Once You’ve Accepted Your Flaws, No One Can Use Them Against You.