Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man. - Bram Stoker

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

I heard once of an American who so defined faith: ‘that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.

Doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!