Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle. " "Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly. Ian grinned. "Exactly.
For centuries you have been taught that love-sponsored action arises out of the choice to be, do, and have whatever produces the highest good for another. Yet I tell you this: the highest choice is that which produces the highest good for you.