There is a reason why all things are as they are.
BRAM STOKERI have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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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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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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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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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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