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.

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

This man belongs to me, I want him!

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

We learn of great things by little experiences.

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.