Bram Stoker Quotes

Despair has its own calms.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

I sometimes think we must all be mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

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.