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.
BRAM STOKERIt is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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The blood is the life!
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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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We learn from failure, not from success!
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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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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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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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