Perhaps he might hold that the truest kindness would be to remove him and them from the miseries of a sinful world.
If Murgh read his thoughts he only answered them with that smile of his cold eyes which was more awful than the frown of any mortal man.

Turning his head slowly he began to contemplate Dick sitting on his stone.
"If I had a son," he said, "by that face of yours you might be he." "Perchance," answered Dick, "since I never knew for certain who my father was.

Only I have always heard that Life begets, not Death." "Death! You honour me with a great name.

Well, life and death are one, and you and I are one with the moon and the stars above us, and many other things and beings that you cannot see.

Therefore the begetter and the begotten are one in the Hand that holds them all." "Ay," answered Dick, "and so my bow and I are one: I've often thought it.