No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be. Dracula (1897)
You think to baffle me, you—with your pale faces all in a row, like sheep in a butcher's. Dracula (1897)
Seven years ago we all went through the flames. And the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured. Dracula (1897)
One and all we felt that the holy calm that lay like sunshine over the wasted face and form was only an earthly token and symbol of the calm that was to reign for ever. Dracula (1897)
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Dracula (1897)