Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.) - Bram Stoker

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 !

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.

Oh that I could give any idea of the scene; of that sweet, sweet, good, good woman in all the radiant beauty of her youth and animation, with the red scar on her forehead of which she was conscious, and which we saw with grinding of our teeth- remembering whence and how it came; her loving kindness against our grim hate; her tender faith against all our fears and doubting; and we, knowing that so far as symbols went, she with all her goodness and purity and faith, was outcast from God.