Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

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

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.

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