A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
BRAM STOKERAnd then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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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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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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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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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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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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The Dead travel fast.
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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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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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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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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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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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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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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