“What rending pains were close at hand! Death! and what a death! worse than any other that is tobe named! Water, be it cold or warm, that which buoys up blue icefields, or which bathes tropicalcoasts with currents of balmy bliss, is yet a gentle conqueror, kisses as it kills, and draws youdown gently through darkening fathoms to its heart. Death at the sword is the festival of trumpetand bugle and banner, with glory ringing out around you and distant hearts thrilling through yours.No gnawing disease can bring such hideous end as this; for that is a fiend bred of your own flesh,and this — is it a fiend, this living lump of appetites? What dread comes with the thought ofperishing in flames! but fire, let it leap and hiss never so hotly, is something too remote, too alien,to inspire us with such loathly horror as a wild beast; if it have a life, that life is too utterly beyondour comprehension. Fire is not half ourselves; as it devours, arouses neither hatred nor disgust; isnot to be known by the strength of our lower natures let loose; does not drip our blood into ourfaces with foaming chaps, nor mouth nor slaver above us with vitality. Let us be ended by fire,and we are ashes, for the winds to bear, the leaves to cover; let us be ended by wild beasts, and thebase, cursed thing howls with us forever through the forest.”

“Neither let us be slandered from our duty by false accusations against us, nor frightened from it by menaces of destruction ... nor of dungeons to ourselves. Let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith, let us, to the end, dare to do our duty as we understand it.”

“All around us lies what we neither understand nor use. Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed. Let us confine ourselves to that till the lesson be learned; let us be completely natural; before we trouble ourselves with the supernatural. I never see any of these things but I long to get away and lie under a green tree and let the wind blow on me. There is marvel and charm enough in that for me.”

“Inside us all are pieces of that which makes the neagitve. Demons are neither good nor bad. Like you, they have many facets. It is that inner essence, or drive, if you will, that we all have that guides us through our lives. Sometimes those voices that drive us are whispered memories that live deep inside and cause us such pain that we have no choice except to let it out and to hurt those around us. But at other times, the voice is love and compassion, and it guides us to a gentler place. In the end, we, alone, must choose what path to walk. No one can help us with it. (Menyara)”

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36 As it is written: "For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." 37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

“His will be done, as done it surely will be, whether we humble ourselves to resignation or not. The impulse of creation forwards it; the strength of powers, seen and unseen, has its fulfillment in charge. Proof of a life to come must be given. In fire and in blood, if needful, must that proof be written. In fire and in blood do we trace the record throughout nature. In fire and in blood does it cross our own experience. Sufferer, faint not through terror of this burning evidence. Tired wayfarer, gird up thy loins, look upward, march onward. Pilgrims and brother mourners, join in friendly company. Dark through the wilderness of this world stretches the way for most of us: equal and steady be our tread; be our cross our banner. For staff we have His promis, whose 'word is tried, whose way perfect": for present hope His providence, 'who gives the shield of salvation, whose gentleness makes great'; for final home His bosom, who 'dwells in the height of Heaven'; for crowning prize a glory exceeding and eternal. Let us so run that we may obtain: let us endure hardness as good soldiers; let us finish our course, and keep the faith, reliant in the issue to come off more than conquerors: 'Art though not from everlasting mine Holy One? WE SHALL NOT DIE!”