Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
BRAM STOKERWe are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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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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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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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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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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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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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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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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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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I 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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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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