“For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.”

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.

I will not let you go into the unknown alone.

It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.

Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.

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!

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.

Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.

Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

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.

Reading something from beginning to end. That is reading with love.

Time is very precious to me. I don’t know how much I have left, and I have some things that I would like to say. Hopefully, at the end, I will have said something that will be important to other people, too.

Nap time over. Gonna go be active. Do it people!!! In the end all you have is your health.

The end came in the middle of our story.

The Beatles exist apart from my Self. I am not really Beatle George. Beatle George is like a suit or shirt that I once wore on occasion and until the end of my life people may see that shirt and mistake it for me.

We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.

I believe we all deserve good endings. We were kind people before this world turned us cruel.

Somewhere out there the world must have an end.