He stood between death and life as between night and morning, and thought with a soaring rapture, 'I am not afraid.

We lived in the Bull Court; a city sealed in a palace, and a life sealed in with death. Yet it is a proud city, and a strong fierce life. A man once in it is of it till he dies. So I, who have gray beginning in my beard, still say "it is", as if the Bull Court stood and I might yet go back to it.

In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

death was the price of life.