For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

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.

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

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

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.