You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
BRAM STOKERHow good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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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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Take me away from all this Death.
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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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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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We learn from failure, not from success!
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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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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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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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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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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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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