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?

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

I sometimes think we must all be mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

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.

There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.

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