Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

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

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.

Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.