What darkness to you is light to me
With time and thought, one can do a good job.
Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.
When I returned to partial life my face was wet with tears. How long that state of insensibility had lasted I cannot say. I had no means now of taking account of time. Never was solitude equal to this, never had any living being been so utterly forsaken.
I can undertake and persevere even without hope of success.
The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment.