In every human creature the Divine One breathes; and He alone can judge His own hereafter, and allot its new career and home.
Could man sell himself to the fiend, man could prejudge himself, and arrogate the disposal of eternity! But these creatures, modifications as they are of matter, and some with more than the malignanty of man, may well seem, to fear and unreasoning superstition, the representatives of fiends.And from the darkest and mightiest of them I have accepted a boon,--the secret that startled Death from those so dear to me.Can I not trust that enough of power yet remains to me to baffle or to daunt the Phantom, if it seek to pervert the gift? Answer me, Mejnour, for in the darkness that veils me, I see only the pure eyes of the new-born; I hear only the low beating of my heart.Answer me, thou whose wisdom is without love!
Mejnour to Zanoni.