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?

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

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

We learn from failure, not from success!

Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.