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.
BRAM STOKEROur 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.
BRAM STOKERA wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
BRAM STOKEREnter freely and of your own free will!
BRAM STOKERThere 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.
BRAM STOKERBecause if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
BRAM STOKERThen they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
BRAM STOKEREven 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.
BRAM STOKEROur 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.
BRAM STOKERGood women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
BRAM STOKERI 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.
BRAM STOKERTruly there is no such thing as finality.
BRAM STOKERIt is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
BRAM STOKERAbove 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,
BRAM STOKERWe learn from failure, not from success!
BRAM STOKERBut a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
BRAM STOKERWe learn of great things by little experiences.
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