The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.
I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory.
I have forgotten much that I knew, and learned again much that I had forgotten.
I could have been happy here, if I had come in days of peace.