Dracula (The Gothic Chronicles Collection)

by Bram Stoker

Nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing. As I knew that the only cure for this sort of thing was work, I went amongst the patients.

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’, and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late, the pain of sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horrors as it has for me! 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.