Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

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

I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.