There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.

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

All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

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.