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Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,

Bram Stoker

Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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Allied Centralisation City Classification Closely Country
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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After Anything Between Light Love Selfish Shadow Stand Thing Throwm Balck
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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Century House Made
You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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Endless Figure Gate Guess Join Long Measurem Terrible Open
We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Able Failure From Learn Much Perhaps Success
It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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Human Nature Really Resilience Wonderful
She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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Brain Gift Heart Man Much Should Women
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Air Clear Rain Suppose
I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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Always Animal Between Durability Look Obstacle Pronounce Some Thought Us Well Wild
Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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Care Nature Night Noon State Suspend Wait
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Beautiful Beauty Fair Only Pure Soul Task World
For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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After Death Depend Life Only Rightly Something Waiting
Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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Act Become Castle Conscious Courtyard Driver Fact House Pill Ruin Suddenly Vast
Even 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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Dream Fear Harmed Heart Horror
If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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Before Ego Knowledge Order Pause Root Selfishness Vice
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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Away Blood Drawn Experience Feel Know Love Man No Own Women

Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,

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