I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.

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

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

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.