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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

Trust Is As Slippery As A Basket Of Eels Sometimes.

The More Bosom A Woman Displayed, The Less She Wanted You To Look. Openly, At Least.

If Wishes Were Wings, Pigs Would Fly.

A Man Who Trusts Everyone Is A Fool And A Man Who Trusts No One Is A Fool. We Are All Fools If We Live Long Enough.