It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn.
The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is or has been is but the twilight of the dawn.
Full with frets I die, but not slain by you. My chest drains itself, painlessly. Is all this not blood? Oh, Lord—it’s dew! The dawn, weeping, washes over me.
Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppression of the body and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day.
A day will dawn when you will laugh at your past efforts. What you realize on the day you laugh is also here and now.