Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKERA wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
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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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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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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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There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
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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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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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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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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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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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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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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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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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These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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