No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.

Take me away from all this Death.

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.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

The blood is the life!