“There is a darkened corridor, forgotten by the sun, shrouded in shadow and transgression.”

“Was that what it meant to be alive - moving from a brightly lit corridor into a darkened room at every step? Sometimes it felt that way.”

“Use your energy to be a light to brighten humanity...not a shadow that will darken it!”

“The little cloud drifting before their glorious sun will darken the earth as long as I please.”

“Thus thought I, as by night I readOf the great army of the dead,The trenches cold and damp,The starved and frozen camp,--The wounded from the battle-plain,In dreary hospitals of pain,The cheerless corridors,The cold and stony floors.Lo! in that house of miseryA lady with a lamp I seePass through the glimmering gloomAnd flit from room to room.And slow, as in a dream of bliss,The speechless sufferer turns to kissHer shadow, as it fallsUpon the darkening walls.”

“the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.”