How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
We learn of great things by little experiences.
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards