...it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district, and that it is a hardy man who will cross the moor at night.

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

My sister and I, you will recollect, were twins, and you know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely allied.

The soul is swayed by the waters.

Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.

Holy Men! Holy Cabbages! Holy Bean Pods! What do they do but live and suck in sustenance and grow fat?

Everything comes in circles. [...] The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.