The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
BRAM STOKERBut 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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Despair has its own calms.
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But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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The Dead travel fast.
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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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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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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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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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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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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 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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