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

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.

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.

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

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

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.