“No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere…”

“Oh, storms yes! Everybody, give the Lopen your spheres! I have glowing that needs to be done.”

“Gibbons is a man full of pain and violence. On this night, there is a Witch's Sabbath in his heart. Storms are blowing his world to bits and great troubles are pounding him on a reef.”

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”

“The thoughts of others
Were light and fleeting,
Of lovers' meeting
Or luck or fame.
Mine were of trouble,
And mine were steady;
So I was ready
When trouble came.”

“I'm no reformer; for I see more light
Than darkness in the world; mine eyes are quick
To catch the first dim radiance of the dawn,
And slow to note the cloud that threatens storm.”

“And thus I came through storm to peace, not to the peace of an untroubled sea of outer life, which no strong soul can crave, but to an inner peace that outer troubles may not avail to ruffle—a peace which belongs to the eternal not to the transitory, to the depths not to the shallows of life.”

“The world is a sphere, there is no East or West.”

“Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.”

“There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.”