The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the Sorrows Weep not poor childlen for life is this way murdering beauty and Passions Hush now dear children it must be this way to weary of life and Deceptions Rest now my children for soon we'll away into the calm and the Quiet Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows

Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ''Living'' is conquered at last.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.

There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime