"I had pictured you as I saw you last, very calm, very resolute, very sad; but you are like the breaking of a long, dull storm. The sun shines again, and the world glows the brighter for past rain and darkness."
"Could I have welcomed you home with a sad face? Could I be calm and cold, now that I have found what I thought was lost forever?—when the ashes of my life have kindled into flame again? Because I, and others, have known sorrow, should I turn my face into a homily, and be your lifelong memento mori?"
"It is a brave heart that can hide a deep thought under a smile."
"And a weak one that is always crouching among the shadows."
"There is an abounding spirit of faith in you; the essence which makes heroes, from Joan of Arc to Jeanie Deans."
"I know no one with faith like yours, which could hold to you through all your years of living burial."
"Mine! it was wrenched to its uttermost roots. I thought the world was given over to the devil."
"But that was only for the moment."
"I consoled myself with imagining that I had come to the worst, and that any change must needs be for the better; but now I am lifted of a sudden to such a pitch of fortune, that I tremble at it. Many a man, my equal or superior, no weaker in heart or meaner in aim than I, has been fettered through his days by cramping poverty, while I stand mailed and weaponed at all points. Many a man of noble instincts and high requirements has found in life nothing but a mockery of his imaginings,—a bright dream, matched with a base reality. Who can blame him if he turn cynic? I have dreamed a dream, too; wakened, and found it a living truth."