Outside everything was uncannily visible in the light of the full moon, but here in the dark shaded alleys the night was conscious of itself. (“The Moon Slave”)

The baronet, in his old age, had been cast up by his vices on the shores of melancholy; heavy-eyed, grey-haired, bent, he seemed to pass through life as in a dream.(“The Undying Thing”)

In her fantastic mood she stretched her soft, clasped hands upward toward the moon. ‘Sweet moon,’ she said in a kind of mock prayer, ‘make your white light come down in music into my dancing-room...

The months passed away. Slowly a great fear came over Viola, a fear that would hardly ever leave her. For every month at the full moon, whether she would or no, she found herself driven...

Perhaps the prayer that is offered when the time for praying is over is more terribly pathetic than any other. Yet one might hesitate to say that this prayer was unanswered.(“The Undying Thing”)

Modernity kills ghostly romance(“The Undying Thing”)