Until I discover the meaning of this sentence, I will neither eat nor sleep. "My dear uncle-" I began. "Nor you either," he added.

All great actions return to God, from whom they are derived.

Is the Master out of his mind?' she asked me. I nodded. 'And he's taking you with him?' I nodded again. 'Where?' she asked. I pointed towards the centre of the earth. 'Into the cellar?' exclaimed the old servant. 'No,' I said, 'farther down than that.

He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit.

I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

Well, I feel that we should always put a little art into what we do. It's better that way.