Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKERI have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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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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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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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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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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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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Despair has its own calms.
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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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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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I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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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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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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