“The comforts of life as a fugitive," Drake sighed. "Stumbling about in the dark without mounts.”
“It's kind of a dark little life . . . being a paranoiac, but it's also not without its comforts.”
“What is the part of wisdom? To dream with one eye open; to be detatched from the world without being hostile to it; to welcome fugitive beauties and pity fugitive sufferings, without forgetting for a moment how fugitive they are.”
“Everybody's stumbling through the dark”
“A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet or relief,In word, or sigh, or tear.”
“Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it is a comfort to go hand in hand.”