There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

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

How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.