I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
BRAM STOKERAnd 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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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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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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Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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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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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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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 is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
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There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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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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