Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
BRAM STOKERIt is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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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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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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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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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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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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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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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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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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Despair has its own calms.
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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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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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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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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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