There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
Arthur Conan DoyleThe weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.
Arthur Conan DoyleWhen once your point of view is changed, the very thing which was so damning becomes a clue to the truth.
Arthur Conan Doyle