How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

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.

I do not lack the courage to tell you how I feel. What I fear is how you will react to it.

Do not fear to think even the most not-probable.