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

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .

I will not let you go into the unknown alone.

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

We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.