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

For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

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 am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.