She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

The Professor gripped his axe, having pulled it, with some difficulty, from the boy's head.

There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

An action, to have moral worth, must be done from duty.

There's no time like the present to love deeply, claim our power and live our purpose!

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter _ the hardest season, the most implacable _ dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.