I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.