There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.

There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive. And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture Then lapped the white, sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.

There is a reason why all things are as they are.