Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

As I leaned back in my chair thinking, this phantasm of my father came, and turned, and vanished with a solemn regularity.

him—“a cloud without water, carried about of winds, and a wandering star to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness’

If you were less pretty I think I should be very much afraid of you

Why you must die--everyone must die; and all are happier when they do.

All things proceed from Nature--don't they

But to die as lovers may--to die together, so that they may live together.

Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see--each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure. So says Monsieur Buffon, in his big book, in the next room."

"I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."

," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so

are in God's hands: nothing can happen without his permission, and all will end well for those who love him. He is our faithful creator; He has made us all, and will take care of us."

Thus fortifed I might take my rest in peace. But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exits and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths.