Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are … - Bram Stoker

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.

Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot?

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

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.

Do not fear ever to think. A half thought has been buzzing often in my brain, but I fear to let him loose his wings. Here now, with more knowledge, I go back to where that half thought come from and I find that he be no half thought at all. That be a whole thought, though so young that he is not yet strong to use his little wings.