You told me to wait and hope; do you know what you did, unfortunate adviser? I waited a month, or rather I suffered for a month! I did hope (man is a poor wretched creature), I did hope.

The friends that we have lost do not repose under the ground; they are buried deep in our hearts. It has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied by them.

Unhappiness is like the rain: it patters at first, then pours, and when you think it is over, a fresh cloud breaks above your head.

Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

No, Mr. Lockwood… I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!