I think Kathaos fears no divine forces." "Then he's a brave man." "Oh, men make their own gods," Yannul remarked. "I have a god with a fat belly, and… - Tanith Lee

The sun in his golden chariot had driven almost to the last meadow of the sky.

The harshest lesson of all was that which ran contrary to the teaching of his own personality.

In the tales of many lands, the prophet goes forth into the wilderness, the waste of sand or snow, or aloft on the barren black mountain, and when he returns to the people his eyes are great and luminous, his face is altered; he tells them he has seen God. I will suppose that God, if He is anywhere, is to be found in men, the nugget of gold buried inside the mud. I will suppose, too, that the wilderness washes off for a moment, or forever, the mud and the clay. Perhaps, then, the returning prophet should not say, “I have seen God”; but rather, “I have seen myself.”