“Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the young - and spares me. The Pestilence that wastes, the Arrow that strikes, the Sea that drowns, the Grave the closes over Love and Hope, are steps of my journey, and take me nearer and nearer to the End.” LoveBeautifulYoungDeathHopeDarkBeautyJourneySeaYouthTragedyMortalitySparesEndGravePestilenceDrownThe SeaThe EndArrowFinThe GoodWastes Book:The woman in white Source: The woman in white