You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive. And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture Then lapped the white, sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.

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