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?

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

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.