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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

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!

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

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.

She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.

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?

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

Enter freely and of your own free will!

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life

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

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

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

The blood is the life!