Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
BRAM STOKERWe are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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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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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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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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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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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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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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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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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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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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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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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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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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