The Magician's Land is a triumphant climax to the best fantasy trilogy of the decade.
Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
A mother is the truest friend we have.
Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.
There rise authors now and then, who seem proof against the mutability of language, because they have rooted themselves in the unchanging principles of human nature.
The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.
. . . human beings always have and always will seek havens where we are free to be productive and to keep the property we create.
Man is a means and not an end, and he is a means to economic or political ends which are not really ends in themselves but means to other ends which in their turn are means and so ad infinitum
As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.
. . . This large and expensive stock of drugs will be unnecessary. By. . . doses of. . . medicines. . . multiplying. . . combining them properly, 20 to 30 articles, aided by the common resources of the lancet, a garden, a kitchen, fresh air, cool water, exercise, will be sufficient to cure all the diseases that are at present under the power of medicine.