Be careful of my guest — his safety is most precious to me. Should aught happen to him, or if he be missed, spare nothing to find him and ensure his safety. He is English and therefore adventurous. There are often dangers from snow and …

Bram Stoker
ब्राम स्टोकर
Irish novelist and short story writer (1847–1912)
19 pieces
- Lived
- 1847–1912
- Born
- Clontarf
- Died
- St George's Square
- Nationality
- United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Ireland
- Known as
- screenwriter, writer, clerk, theatre manager
- Era
- 20th century
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Works (19)
THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST
Burton had a most vivid way of putting things — especially of the East. He had both a fine imaginative power and a memory richly stored not only from study but from personal experience.
My first impression of the man as of steel was consolidated and enhanced. He told us, amongst other things, of the work he had in hand. Three great books were partially done. The translation of the Arabian Nights, the metrical translation …
He is steel! He would go through you like a sword!
I have never seen so iron a countenance.
I could not but be struck by the strangers.
The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
From every life there may be a lesson to some one; but in the teeming millions of humanity such lessons can but seldom have any general or exhaustive force. The mere din of strife is too incessant for any individual sound to carry far.
Logically speaking, even the life of an actor has no preface. He begins, and that is all.
Seven years ago we all went through the flames. And the happiness of some of us since then is, we think, well worth the pain we endured.
You think to baffle me, you—with your pale faces all in a row, like sheep in a butcher's.
One and all we felt that the holy calm that lay like sunshine over the wasted face and form was only an earthly token and symbol of the calm that was to reign for ever.
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.
Listen to them — the children of the night. What music they make.
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things.
Do not grieve for her! Who knows, but she may have found the joy she sought? Love and patience are all that make for happiness in this world; or in the world of the past or of the future; of the living or the dead. She dreamed her dream; …
"I was naturally thoughtful, and the leisure of long illness gave opportunity for many thoughts which were fruitful according to their kind in later years."