You can’t murder a man who’s been dead for five centuries.

God will not damn a lunatic’s soul. He knows that the powers of evil are too great for those of us with weak minds.

My mind is just as open as it ever was, professor. But it’s a scientific mind, and there’s no place in it for superstitions.

You can't murder a man who's been dead for five centuries.

I am Dracula.... I bid you welcome.

For one who has not lived even a single lifetime, you are a wise man, Van Helsing.

My mind is just as open as it ever was, professor. But it's a scientific mind, and there's no place in it for superstitions.

Have you never wanted to do anything that was dangerous? Where should we be if nobody tried to find out what lies beyond? You never wanted to look beyond the clouds and the stars, or to know what causes the trees to bud, and what changes a darkness into light? But if you talk like that, people call you crazy. Well, if I could discover just one of these things--what eternity is, for example--I wouldn't care if they did think I was crazy.

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious. There are far worse things awaiting man than death.

Superstition? Who can define the boundary line between the superstition of yesterday and the scientific fact of tomorrow?