She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

There is a reason why all things are as they are.

I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!