Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.