No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.