Dracula

by Bram Stoker

Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not. We must fight him all the same."

A grip of the hand, the tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison, are expressions of sympathy dear to a man's heart.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all, and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

The world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it.