It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

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!

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.

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?

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.

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

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.