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

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.

I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.

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

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life