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

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.

For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?

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.

I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.

We learn from failure, not from success!