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.
BRAM STOKERFor 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.
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in 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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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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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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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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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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We learn from failure, not from success!
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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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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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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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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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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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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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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 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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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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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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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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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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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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