A Man Without Trust Is A Man

A Fool Puts Her Hand Into A Hollow Tree Without Finding Out What's Inside First.

Men Always Seem To Refuse To Admit They Are Sick Until They're Sick Enough To Make Twice As Much Work For Women. Then They Claim They're Well Too Soon, With The Same Result.

Sometimes Six And Six Make A Dozen, And Sometimes They Make A Mess

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

Two Days' Hunger Made A Fine Sauce For Anything.