Despair has its own calms.
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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?
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.
It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?