Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

The sky aft was dark as pitch, but the moon still shone brightly ahead of us and lit up the blackness. Beneath its sheen a huge white-topped breaker, twenty feet high or more, was rushing on to us. It was on the break-the moon shone on its crest and tipped its foam with light. On it rushed beneath the inky sky, driven by the awful squall behind it.

Ah! If man would but see that hope is from within and not from without - that he himself must work out his own salvation.

How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.

We may taste of every turn of chance - now rule as Kings, now serve as Slaves; now love, now hate; now prosper, and now perish. But still, through all, we are the same; for this is the marvel of Identity.