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

Despair has its own calms.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can 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?

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.