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.
BRAM STOKERYou yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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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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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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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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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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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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