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?

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

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?

I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

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.