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

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.

If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?

The Dead travel fast.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.

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

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.

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

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.

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