And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

Take me away from all this Death.

How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

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

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.