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

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.

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

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

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?

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.