“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.”

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.

We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

Then 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.

Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.

No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!

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

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.

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

Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

In fact, for all kinds of offenses – and, for no offenses – from murders to misdemeanors, men and women are put to death without judge or jury; so that, although the political excuse was no longer necessary, the wholesale murder of human beings went on just the same.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

I have always been more interested in creating a character that contains something crippled. I think nearly all of us have some kind of defect.

Our aim should be to give the British people greater control of their lives in all regards.

Being an outsider at all times is both unhealthy and useful, because you become much more objective about things.

Imagination is the only key to the future. Without it none exists – with it all things are possible.

War is at its best barbarism.

To my disappointment I now realized that to know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.