“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!" Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make.” — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Children who wish to become good and great men or good and noble women, should try to know well all the people… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“There is, however, possibly a serious side to the question, for some of the children, indeed all who have been missed at… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“I promise." and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.” — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“He became almost speechless for a minute, and then went on, "Do you know what the place is? Have you seen that awful den… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“..the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.” — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it. — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see,… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that the further East you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China? -… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul. — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
