Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
BRAM STOKERKeep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
BRAM STOKERAnd yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
BRAM STOKERRemember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
BRAM STOKERI am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
BRAM STOKERIt is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
BRAM STOKEREuthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
BRAM STOKERSleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKERBut this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
BRAM STOKERI suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
BRAM STOKERGood women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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 STOKERI 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.
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 STOKERYes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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 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 STOKER