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

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

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

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.