I Loved All The World's Mythologies.

By All Means," Cried The Bard, His Eyes Lighting Up. "a Fflam To The Rescue! Storm The Castle! Carry It By Assault! Batter Down The Gates!" "there's Not Much Of It Left To Storm," Said Eilonwy. "oh?" Said Fflewddur, With Disappointment. "very Well, We Shall Do The Best We Can.

Story, Finally, Is Humanity's Autobiography.

If You Want Truth You Should Begin By Giving It.

That Is Why Your Sacrifice Was All The More Difficult. You Chose To Be A Hero Not Through Enchantment But Through Your Own Manhood.

Morgant?" Taran Asked, Turning A Puzzled Glance To Gwydion. "how Can There Be Honor For Such A Man?" "it Is Easy To Judge Evil Unmixed," Replied Gwydion. "but, Alas, In Most Of Us Good And Bad Are Closely Woven As The Threads On A Loom; Greater Wisdom Than Mine Is Needed For The Judging.