To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

It is our choices, far more than our abilities, that show what we truly are.

Differences of habit and language are nothing if our names are identical and our hearts are open.

Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.

We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

And, of course,

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?