When we serve the great, they are our destiny. - Mary Renault

Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.

He looked as if he were anxiously balancing a large handful of tact, without quite knowing where to put it down.

Each man in his life honors, and imitates as well as he can, that god to whose choir he belonged, while he is uncorrupted in his first incarnation here; and in the fashion he has thus learned, he bears himself to his beloved as well as to the rest. So, then, each chooses from among the beautiful a love conforming to his kind, and then, as if his chosen were his god, he sets him up and robes him for worship.