The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

It all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin

Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good.

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.