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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.

Bram Stoker

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.
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All Boy Castle Children Death Enter Even Face Girl King Know Little Live Man So Wee Women
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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Blood Feels Men Women
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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Arm Comprehensive Gigantic Hear Mouth Radiating Shallow Tentaculae
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Friend Knowledge Memory Remember Should Stronger Trust Weaker
No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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Heart Help Man No One Trouble Woman
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
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
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Brood Loneliness Our Over Roof Sit Wing
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.
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Feet Men Mustache White
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 Know Men No One Starnger
Enter freely and of your own free will!
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Count Dracula Free Will
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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Brain Come End Feel Must No Own Shock Undoing Unhinge
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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Country Even Love People Some
Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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Country Dead Denn Die Fast People Person Refer Travel
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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Century Deceive Kill Mere Modernity Old Own Power Sense Unless
Take me away from all this Death.
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All Away Death Talk
Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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Again Come Freely House Once Welcome
I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
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Believe Not Thing Want
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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Antidote Beneficient Death Mood Nature Ordained Own Some Terror
We learn of great things by little experiences.
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Experience Great Learn Little Thing
Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Castle Count Entrance Fix Left More Undead
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Own Place Sleep
A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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Diminish Experience Idea Intestified Personal
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.
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Amn Black Clad Clean Foot Head Long Mustache Old Save Shaven Stood Tall
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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Bless Bring Come Dread Fear How Live Nighty Nothing People Sleep Some
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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Angel Day Good Hour Live Minute Read Tell Thing Women
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

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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