The Jewel of Seven Stars

We learn of great things by little experiences.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.

For it is in the arcana of dreams that existences merge and renew themselves, change and yet keep the same.

It seems that there is never to be any perfect rest. Even in Eden the snake rears its head among the laden boughs of the Tree of Knowledge. The silence of the dreamless night is broken by the roar of the avalanche; the hissing of sudden floods; the clanging of the engine bell marking its sweep through a sleeping American town; the clanking of distant paddles over the sea....

We learn of great things by little experiences. The history of ages is but an indefinite repetition of the history of hours. The record of a soul is but a multiple of the story of a moment.

Love and patience are all that make for happiness in this world; or in the world of the past or of the future; of the living or the dead. She dreamed her dream; and that is all that any of us can ask!

They are done with now. Whatever comes - life or death - there will be no purpose in their using now.

His will and his determination were as strong as ever; but the purely physical side of him had been weakened somewhat.

What was before us was death, and nothing else. All the romance and sentiment of fancy had disappeared.

What it is to be in constant dread of some unknown danger which may come at any time and in any form.

The clue is intended for seeing eyes.

It may not be of prime importance, but in a matter like this, where all is unknown, we must take it that everything is important.

I am lost in the depth of my own love for you.

The spirit of her mother is within her.

Were it you, in such case would you not struggle by all means to achieve the object of your life and hope.

In her record there was no expression of love to be sought or found.

My first weapon in her defence was truth. I must know and understand; I might then be able to act.

She would say to me sweet and pleasant things which she had often said before, she would seem most unlike herself. It was almost as if she was speaking parrot-like or at dictation of one who could real words or acts, but not thoughts.

I had over me that delicious sense of security which comes with the consciousness that love is mutual.

For my own part, if I had any doubt as to going on, the look on Margaret's face would have reassured me. It was fearless; it was intense; it was full of a divine calm.

For this, and all else which may come, I believe we are prepared!

For good or ill we must here stand by our chances, and abide by results.

As the heads of our house have always insisted on preserving the secret.

I have no one belonging to me or dependent on me. I am quite alone, and free to do what I like with my own - including my life!

Love is trust; and you must trust me in danger as well as in joy. You and I must stand beside Father in this unknown peril. Together we shall come through it; or together we shall fail; together we shall die.

Mother's daughter does as mother would have done herself!

I was in the presence of a strong man, I should show something of my own strength.

It seemed as if my brain had found a voice. But the voice was not complete; there was some other thought; darker and deeper; which lay behind it, whose voice had not sounded as yet.

It is not a very long journey for oneself, but it seemed endlessly long when waiting for someone else to take it.