Despair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERBut 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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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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Euthanasia” is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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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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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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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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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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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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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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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