“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.”

Enter freely and of your own free will!

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.

The blood is the life!

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.

Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker

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

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

Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.

We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.

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?

There is a reason why all things are as they are.

They do not begin to describe me. They do not begin to express what is inside of me.

When God begins moving, the devil fires up all his artillery.

For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.

The more likely that person will begin to keep you in mind as well.

We can’t do it alone. And that has to begin by his acknowledgment of the facts.

True self-discovery begins where your comfort zone ends.

A discourse that begins at a book club in a living room, but then spreads. That is meaningful to me.

Sometimes, all it takes is your smile (even if forced) & a domino effect of smiles happen … infectious.