Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools.
Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.
Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?
We belittle what we cannot bear. We make figments out of fundamentals, all in the name of preserving our own peculiar fancies. The best way to secure one’s own deception is to accuse others of deceit.
Gods are but greater demons,” the Cishaurim said, “hungers across the surface of eternity, wanting only to taste the clarity of our souls. Can you not see this?
Saying ‘I could have done more,’ Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.
There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.
Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.
Something … made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.
Hoga Gothyelk no longer felt anger, not truly — only varieties of sorrow.
The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.
Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.
There was nothing the ignorant prized more than the ignorance of others.
History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.