She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.
History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.