A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

The past is a pebble in my shoe.

Long suffering had nearly annihilated all my ordinary powers of mind. I was an imbecile—an idiot.

Quoth the raven nevermore.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.