“To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!”

“Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)”

“Alone with the dead, I dare not go out!”

“But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!”

“And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.”

“Whatever may happen, it must be of new hope or of new courage to me!”

“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.”