“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.”

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

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

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

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

Olympians are the product of the Movement, and to get them to the stadiums, pools and playing fields, it takes the actions of legions of people who might not be Olympians.

Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.

I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

If I am a great man, then all great men are frauds.

The blood is life… and it shall be mine!

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

The Dead travel fast.

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

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

Art comes out of art; it begins with imitation, often in the form of parody, and it’s in the process of imitating the voice of others that one comes to learn the sound of one’s own.

Sin is like a journey, it begins with one step.

All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.

So I know at the beginning of the race, from all that I have analysed during the practice, whether I will win the race or not.

Darkness is where we begin and where we end.

Only as we mature does affection begin to depend on achievement.

Work finally begins when the fear of doing nothing exceeds the fear of doing it badly.

I`m very cautious about what appears to be things put in place that will begin to roll back some of the progress that I believe we`ve made.