The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.

If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creatures could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet?

If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know what is to come. He is bound to no one that the world unfold just so upon its course and those who by some sorcery or by some dream might come to pierce the veil that lies so darkly over all that is before them may serve by just that vision to cause that God should wrench the world from its heading and set it upon another course altogether and then where stands the sorcerer? Where the dreamer and his dream?

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.