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

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.

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