Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
BRAM STOKERRemember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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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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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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 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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Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for 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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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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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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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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If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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