There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.

But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.