Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
“But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning; and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.”
“It soon became obvious that we were but on the threshold of the discovery.”