Jan Cox Speas

Dreams were frail things, when all was said, and loneliness the only certainty.

The honor a man carries in his heart cannot be explained, lass," he said slowly. "Nor can you measure the courage of a man who will not betray his friends, even though he faces disaster himself. We've no right to question, unless we have known the same dilemma and acquitted ourselves with the same integrity.

Endurance is not the frail and tenuous thing some think it, but is in reality the measuring rod of our sanity and may be safely stretched to fill our direst need.

No pain is unbearable except that of regret.

Honesty must sometimes be taken in small measure, like a bitter medicine.