I have been so long masterthat I would be master still, or at least that none othershould be master of me.
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.
Enter freely and of your own free will!
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
Despair has its own calms.
Truly there is no such thing as finality.
The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonorable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.
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.
I have crossed oceans of time to find you.
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 s...
To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!
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.
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?
Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be. I...
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.