And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.

For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.