We learn of great things by little experiences.

I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

I will not let you go into the unknown alone.

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.

Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)