All Empires fall, All ages die, All strife shall be in vain. All Kings go down, All hope must fail, But Tanelorn remains— Our Tanelorn remains... - Michael Moorcock

Sometimes he would admit that one form of superstition was as good as another, but he still preferred to rely on the forms he knew.

Everything you have done, my nobles, has been stupid. You have been cruel, greedy, careless of others’ lives and wills. You have been blind, thoughtless, provincial and unimaginative. It seems to me that a government so careless of anything but its own gratification should be at very least replaced.

There must be countless forms of love. Which is the form which conquers the rest? I cannot define it. I shall not try.