And the heart nourishes an immortal hope that no doubt can quench, no argument destroy, no misfortune annihilate.

Comforting, indeed, for reasons, the arguments of Socrates that life survives death.

After the death of his beloved daughter Tullia, Cicero outlined arguments which have consoled the mind of multitudes.

But in the hour of darkness and blackness, for a man to put out upon Death's dark sea, upon the argument of Cicero, is like some Columbus committing himself to a single plank in the hope of discovering an unseen continent.
In these dark hours the heart speaks.

In the poet's vision, to blind Homer, falling into the bog, torn by the thorns and thickets and lost in the forest and the night, came the young goddess, the daughter of Light and Beauty, to take the sightless poet by the hand and lead him up the heavenly heights.