The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of men.

The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy.

Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.

Let the black flower blossom as it may!

She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.