Ah, 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.

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.

It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

I will not let you go into the unknown alone.