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.

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

No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.

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!

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.