All day long she only thought of the hour when he would return. […] With the lamp in her hand, she next approached the bed when Cupid was lying. […] But there were many people as bad when they lived. […] A fiction must have some truth mixed with it, or we should not like it we call a story impossible, when it cannot be true; and improbable, when it is not very likely to be true. […] The ancients believed that there were spirits who were sent among men, and that “when we sleep or when we wake, they walk unseen” about us, doing us good or harm.