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

There is a reason why all things are as they are.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

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

We learn of great things by little experiences.

I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.

Enter freely and of your own free will!