No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be. - 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.

For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt ; I fear ; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me !