Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands. - Bram Stoker

Don't you know that I am sane and earnest now, that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul?

She told me that she did not like the idea of your being in that house all by yourself, and that she thought you took too much strong tea. In fact she wants me to advise you if possible to give up the tea and the very late hours.

Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.