“My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.”

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.

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

Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.

Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

Despair has its own calms.

I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

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

I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.

We learn from failure, not from success!

Where are the one billion people who lived and breathed in the year 1800, only two short centuries ago?

For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.

It’s hard for me to think of others because I’m not particularly in sympathy with the music of this century.

Children grow rapidly, forget the centuries-long embrace from their parents, which to them lasted but seconds. Children become adults, live far from their parents, live their own houses, learn ways of their own, suffer pain, grow old.

No matter what culture we come from, no matter what century we live in. . .

I said to him, “State your business, mortal!” There was no need for me to call him “mortal” or to speak like a sixteenth-century knight. It just sounded cool.

We are in the midst of a once-in-a-century credit tsunami. Central banks and governments are being required to take unprecedented measures.

As the 20th Century developed, not surprisingly people left the church and I can see the church’s role in losing people.