There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

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

Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards

Take me away from all this Death.

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.

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

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.