No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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.
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.