Take me away from all this Death.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.