Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.