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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.

Bram Stoker

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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Choice Cry Even Just Laugh Same Sory Think
Take me away from all this Death.
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Away Death Squad Take
I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
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Belief Extraordinary Keep Open Ordinary Strange Thing Things Try
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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Light Love Selfish
No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
BRAM STOKER

All Boy Castle Children Death Enter Even Face Girl King Know Little Live Man So Wee Women
A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
BRAM STOKER

Brave Hands Itself Men
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
Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
BRAM STOKER

Angel Good Hours Woman
Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
BRAM STOKER

Again House People Something Welcome
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Death Grey Pale
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
BRAM STOKER

Air All Clear Cry Does Good Other Suppose Time
Truly there is no such thing as finality.
BRAM STOKER

Finally No Such Thing
Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
BRAM STOKER

Doctor Doubt Everything Eyebrow Know Like Yourself
Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
BRAM STOKER

Amn Black Clad Clean Foot Head Long Mustache Old Save Shaven Stood Tall
How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
BRAM STOKER

Full Good How Men Monster Seem Thoughtful
Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKER

Bee Chase Errant Escape Fit Follow Lunatic Naked Nothing Swarmn Upon

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