I will not let you go into the unknown alone.

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.

All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.