Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall -- all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.

For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

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

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.