Reader, do you think it is a terrible thing to hope when there is really no reason to hope at all? Or is it (as the soldier said about happiness) something that you might just as well do, since,in the end, it really makes no difference to anyone but you?

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

Perhaps what matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks us up.

..what Raymie thought as they rose to the surface together was that it was the easiest thing in the world to save somebody. For the first time, she understood Florence Nightingale and her lantern and the bright and shining path... For just a minute, she understood everything in the whole world.