But there is no veil like light--no adamantine armor against hurt like the truth.

The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.

To try to be brave is to be brave.

Will is not unfrequently weakness.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

Yet I know that good is coming to me—that good is always coming; though few have at all times the simplicity and the courage to believe it. What we call evil, is the only and best shape, which, for the person and his condition at the time, could be assumed by the best good. And so, FAREWELL.

Well, perhaps; but I begin to think there are better things than being comfortable.