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.

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!

Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.

Art, even the art of fullest scope and widest vision, can never really show us the external world. All that it shows us is our own soul, the one world of which we have any real cognisance. And the soul itself, the soul of each one of us, is to each one of us a mystery. It hides in the dark and broods, and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings. Consciousness, indeed, is quite inadequate to explain the contents of personality. It is Art, and Art only, that reveals us to ourselves.