We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
BRAM STOKERWe are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
BRAM STOKERWe are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
BRAM STOKERRemember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
BRAM STOKEROh, 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?
BRAM STOKERThere was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
BRAM STOKERAh, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
BRAM STOKERAnd so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
BRAM STOKERIt is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
BRAM STOKERThen a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
BRAM STOKERHow good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
BRAM STOKERThe Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
BRAM STOKERI am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
BRAM STOKERChasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKERYou yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
BRAM STOKERA house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
BRAM STOKERThe angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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