Enter freely and of your own free will!

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!

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

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

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.