“The velvet tapestry of the night curved from horizon to horizon, flecked with thousands of tiny stars. There seemed all the more of them, for as well as filling the sky, they shimmered in an elegant ballet on the waves,… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“I knew your plan before you made it,” Eldora proclaimed, tossing her Wert from hand to hand… “You are somewhat of a mystery, one… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“No, I do not believe in fate, that some spirits of the heavens weave the laws of the world to make it so. That is dogma for the foolish, for the universe is quite able to deal with such matters herself, to use her natural laws to guide matter and the spirits. Even so, souls within the world can act… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share
“The velvet tapestry of the night curved from horizon to horizon, flecked with thousands of tiny stars. There seemed all the more of them,… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. “You are old, Father.” “Not as old as I shall be, before I have… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we must leave our true homes for something greater to come.” — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“There is a present because it works with my theories. If you find a better one than mine, then I may reconsider, but for… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Close your eyes, and lo, they are opened! But never shall they close again.” — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Remember, when truth gazes at you from her tallest zenith, why, it never really is the truth, is it? What is, is not, and… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Although one may direct the future or past through the onerous linkages of temporal cause and effect, riding the breaking waves of the present… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Was that what it was all about? To know everything—the ultimate quest of the philosopher, to comprehend the universe from the highest heaven down… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“True friends are always near, the Goddess said. Beneath the eyelids on a stormy night, around the bend in a wicked dream, hearkening to… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“You seem to be in a state of such absolute contradiction that I would not be surprised if your face tore in half.” — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
