Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
BRAM STOKEROur 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.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
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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.
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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