Logically speaking, even the life of an actor has no preface. He…

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

"I was naturally thoughtful, and the leisure of long illness gave opportunity for many thoughts which were fruitful according to their kind in later years."

Do not grieve for her! Who knows, but she may have found the joy she sought? Love and patience are all that make for happiness in this world; or in the world of the past or of the future; of the living or the dead. She dreamed her dream; …

Listen to them — the children of the night. What music they make.

Despair has its own calms.