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

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

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.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

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

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

I will not let you go into the unknown alone.