欧宝娱乐

“The boldness of his mind was sheathed in a scabbard of politeness.”
― Dumas Malone, Jefferson the Virginian

“In tyranny, my sword belongs not in a scabbard.”
― Mecha Constantineonstantine

“Seating himself crosslegged on a bale of straw, he formed the image of a flame in his mind and fed emotion into it, hate, fear, everything, every scrap, until it seemed that he floated in emptiness. After years of practice, achieving ko'di, the oneness, needed less than a heartbeat. Thought and even his own body seemed distant, but in this state he was more aware than usual, becoming one with the bale beneath him, the stable, the scabbarded sword folded behind him. He could 'feel' the horses, cropping at their mangers, and flies buzzing in the corners. They were all part of him. Especially the sword. This time, though, it was only the emotionless void that he sought.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring