Sleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKEREven if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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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 things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them..
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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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.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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