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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.

Bram Stoker

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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Hush Inquisitive Make Other Question Tell
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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Care Land Men
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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All Are As Reason Thing
And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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Children Home Land Quickest
I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
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Believe Not Thing Want
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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Explain Fault Nothing Say Science
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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Other People Se Some Thing Think Understand Yet
Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
BRAM STOKER

Angel Day Good Hour Live Minute Read Tell Thing Women
All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
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All Deal Discreet God Inasmuch Mad Madame Men Other Some Way
Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Heart Men might
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Beautiful Soul World
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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Began Draw Gloom Red Remain Snow
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Death Grey Pale
The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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Actor Fame Minute Second Won Year
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’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Crack Hard Nut Stand Take Up

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