It's A Beautiful Sight To

A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss Of Innocence, At Once A Penalty And A Compensation.

Everything In The Least Connected With Him Has Value For Me; If Someone Even Mentions His Name It Is Like A Little Present To Me-and I Long To Mention It Myself

Death Is Too Much To Ask Of The Living.

Perhaps It Would Really Be Rather Dull To Be Married And Settled For Life. Liar! It Would Be Heaven.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.