Listen to them—the children of the night; what music they make! The wolves are not to me as they are to other men. To them the night is freedom and food; to me it is kinship and home, and I have learned to love their voices as a man loves his own blood.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be; the very light seems to wash the brain clean, as if thought itself had been stained by the dark.

I think we are drifting into deep waters where charts do not guide, and only the stars of faith and friendship can be trusted. If we lose those, we are lost indeed.

We women are not cowards. We think, and we wait, and we work; and sometimes our waiting and our working save lives, though we do not go out with swords. If there is darkness, let me be of use in it, for courage is not only a man’s.

No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart, and he had no one to comfort him.

I am all in a sea of wonders; I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not tell to my own soul. And yet I must not be weak; there is work for me to do, and others to help, and I will be of use.

Your girls that you all love are mine already; and through them you and others shall yet be mine. Love has made you weak, and weakness is my road. I enter by the heart, and from there I make a home.

Remember, my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker.`

We learn from failure, not from success; and our failures have taught us to believe the strange evidence of our eyes, and to act together without delay. We have been blind, but now we must keep notes, keep watch, and keep faith, for there are no little things in great affairs.

I want you to believe… to believe in things that you cannot.

There is reason that all things are as they are, and did you see with my eyes and know with my knowledge, you would perhaps better understand.

I sometimes think we must be mad that we do not flee from this house; but we are men, and must do our duty though it be a dreadful one. We are all drifting in strange seas, and the lights we trust are faint and far; yet, if we hold together and keep our heads clear, the dawn will find us.