If You Can Quit, Then Quit. If

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

Station Is The Paradox Of The World Of My People, The Limitation Of Our Power Within The Hunger For Power. It Is Gained Through Treachery And Invites Treachery Against Those Who Gain It. Those Most Powerful In Menzoberranzan Spend Their Days Watching Over Their Shoulders, Defending Against The Daggers That Would Find Their Backs. Their Deaths Usually Come From The Front." -drizzt Do'urden

I Am Sorry," Was All Drizzt Could Quietly Mouth. Vierna Shook Her Head, Refusing Any Apology. To Drizzt, It Seemed As If That Buried Part Of Her That Was Zaknafein Do'urden's Daughter Approved Of This Ending.

Luck?" Drizzt Replied. "perhaps. But More Often, I Dare To Say, Luck Is Simply The Advantage A True Warrior Gains In Excuting The Correct Course Of Action.

There Is One Other Error In The Gondsman's Line Of Resoning, I Believe, On Ap Urely Emotional Level. If Machines Replace Achievement, Then To What Will People Aspire? And Who Are We, Truly, Without Such Goals? Beware The Engineers Of Society, I Say, Who Would Make Everyone In All The World Equal. Opportunity Should Be Equal, Must Be Equal, But Achievement Must Remain Individual.