I wish I could comfort all who suffer from the heart. Will you let me be your friend, and will you come to me for comfort if you need it? - Bram Stoker

Let me advise you, my dear young friend — nay, let me warn you with all seriousness, that should you leave these rooms you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle. It is old, and has many memories, and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

Friend John, I pity your poor bleeding heart; and I love you the more because it does so bleed.

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.