Around and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.

I have heard it said that as we keep our birthdays when we are alive, so the ghosts of dead people, who are not easy in their graves, keep the day they died upon.

I saw that the bride within the bridal dress had withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes.

I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.