I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

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

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

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

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.