As masks are the sign that there are faces, words are the sign that there are things. And these things are the sign of the incomprehensible.

The very desire for the new is merely the hunger of the soul seeking form.

This house could have been a prison or a hospital, but a prison where they locked up the innocent to prevent them from suffering, or a hospital where one goes to recover from the labor of life. And Monelle was both the jailer and the nurse.

Unlike most biographers it is here I leave Messrs. Burke and Hare, at the peak of their glory. Why destroy such an artistic effect by requiring them to languish along to the end of their lives, revealing their defects and their deceptions? We need only remember them, mask in hand, walking abroad on foggy nights. For their end was sordid like so many others. One of them, it appears, was hanged and Dr. Knox was forced to quit Edinburgh. Mr. Burke left no other works.

Do not be surprised,′ she said. ‘It is I, and it is not I; You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

With your left foot you shall wipe out the footprint of your right foot.

May your course not run from one end to the other; for such a course does not exist; but may every step you take mark a redressed projection.With your left foot you shall wipe out the footprint of your right foot.

Do not be surprised,' she said. 'It is I, and it is not I; You shall find me again, and you shall lose me; Once more shall I come among you; for few men have seen me, and none has understood me; And you shall forget me, and you shall recognize me, and you shall forget me.

Look: each moment is a cradle and a casket: may all life and all death seem strange and new to you.

Say not: I live today, I shall die tomorrow. Divide not reality between life and death. Say: now I live and die.