He is poor, and has nothing to give them save one thing only, but that is the best thing of all--it is hope.

Not hope in life, but hope in death, the sublime hope whose radiance is always around him.

Man that veils his face before the mysteries of the hereafter, and science that reckons the laws of nature and ignores the power of God, have no place with the Mahdi.

The unseen is his certainty; the miracle is all in all to him; he throngs the air with marvels; God speaks to him in dreams when he sleeps, and warns and directs him by signs when he is awake._ _With this man, so singular a mixture of the haughty chief and the joyous child, there is another, a woman, his wife.

She is beautiful with a beauty rarely seen in other women, and her senses are subtle beyond the wonders of enchantment.