Dracula

by Bram Stoker

This time there could be no error, for the man was close to me, and I could see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflection of him in the mirror!

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drew away, and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there.

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

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me; with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

though sympathy can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

the world seems full of good men—even if there are monsters in it.