‘For what does it profit a man if he gain the world, and yet lose his soul? What is wealth without love?‘
– The Parson, to a crowd, The Last Guardian
‘For what does it profit a man if he gain the world, and yet lose his soul? What is wealth without love?‘
– The Parson, to a crowd, The Last Guardian
‘Wealth is a small thing, tiny like a grain of sand. It seems large only to those who do not possess it.‘
– Waylander, to Keeva Taliana, Hero in the Shadows
‘Wealth is a small thing, tiny like a grain of sand. It seems large only to those who do not possess it. You talk of my palace. It is not mine. I built it, I live within it. Yet one day I will die and the palace will have another owner. Then he will die. And so it goes on. A man owns nothing but his life. He holds items briefly in his hand. If they are made of metal or stone they will surely outlive him and be owned by someone else for a short time. If they are cloth he will – with luck – outlive them. Look around you, at the trees and the hills. According to law, they are mine. You think the trees care that they are mine? Or the hills? The same hills were bathed in sunlight when my earliest ancestor walked the earth. The same hills that will still be covered in grass when the last man turns to dust.’
– Waylander, to Keeva Taliana, Hero in the Shadows