The blood is the life!

Despair has its own calms.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

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.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.