Others have a house empty and garnished, in which neither Love nor Hope dwells.

A self, with no God to protect from it, a self unrulable, insatiable, makes of existence to some the hell called madness.

Godless man is a horror of the unfinished--a hopeless necessity for the unattainable! The most discontented are those who have all the truthless heart desires.
Thoughts like these were coming and going in Donal's brain, when he heard a slight sound somewhere near him--the lightest of sounds indeed--the turning of the leaf of a book.

He raised his head and looked, but could see no one.

At last, up through the tree-boles on the slope of the hill, he caught the shine of something white: it was the hand that held an open book.