“Love gilds us over and makes us show fine things to one another for a time, but soon the gold wears off, and then again the native brass appears.”

“To make matters worse, Linda, it appears, is madly in love with a monster of a Scotsman, who came to dinner last night in his kilt. Those hairy old knees decided us. "The Mountains I can bear," said Loudie. "Natives in the semi-nude at dinner time is another matter. I leave tomorrow.”

“strange, there's so much religion in the world, but only enough to make us fight over who is right, not enough to make us love one another.”

“So El Dorado is no’ a man.”In a soft tone, Lucia said, “She’s La Dorada, the Gilded Woman. History had it wrong.Really wrong.”“Makes sense.”“What do you mean?”“Say you were a conquistador, hunting for the Gilded One’s gold, yet the native was clever enough to keep a tomb full of it hidden. A native—a woman native— somehow outwits you?” He shook his head. “Back in the day, I met a few gold-hungry conquistadors, and let’s put it this way—the fragility of conquistador ego canna be overstated.”

“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.”

“Each one of us matters, has a role to play, and makes a difference. Each one of us must take responsibility for our own lives, and above all, show respect and love for living things around us, especially each other.”