Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

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

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

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

Take me away from all this Death.

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.