I am an anarchist, like any other sensible person. ~ Merlyn - T. H. White

Wart draggled off to the tower room, where Merlyn was busy knitting himself a woollen night-cap for the winter. “I cast off two together at every other line,” said the magician, “but for some reason it seems to end too sharply. Like an onion. It is the turning of the heel that does one, every time.

Knots were probably the earliest spells. . . I am convinced that if nobody had ever invented knots, nobody would ever have imagined magicians.

The best thing for being sad . . . is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then - to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.