And how I felt it beat under my pillow, in the morning's dark. And inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. All is not gold that glitters. You know not what you say. There is in her and in this land, no evil, unless a man bring it hither himself.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.