No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!