It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

The blood is the life!

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.