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

Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.

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

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

Enter freely and of your own free will!

I always try to put myself out of my comfort zone and out of my depth, and hopefully somewhere along the line I’ll catch up.

Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.

I’m pretty grounded in a lifestyle which disciplines me and gives me a sense of familiarity and comfort.

It is better to speak the truth that hurts and then heals, than falsehood that comforts and then kills.

If you make your decisions based on comfort, before long you will be uncomfortable.

It is better to be divided by truth than to be united in error.

Thanks be to God, not–only for ‘rivers of endless joys above, but for ‘rills of comfort here below.’

Man loves everything that satisfies his comfort.