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.

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

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!

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.