Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.

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.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?

The blood is the life!