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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.

Bram Stoker

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Death Grey Pale
Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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Again House People Something Welcome
We learn from failure, not from success!
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Failure Inspiration Learn Success
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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All Sea Congress Dare Doubt Fear Own Soul Strange Thing Think Wonde
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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Allied Centralisation City Classification Closely Country
My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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Begun Century Just Over Revenge Side Spread Time
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Country Death Grey Pallor People Person Very Young
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Children Listen Maker Music Night
The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Dulled Long Message Off Somewhat Star Way Word
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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Explain Nothing Say Science
Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Free Heart Hope Man might Women
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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After Century Day Few Habitable House Made Make
Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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Finally No Such Thing
We learn from failure, not from success!
BRAM STOKER

Inspirational Learning Wisdom
Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
BRAM STOKER

Again Come Freely House Once Welcome
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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Mean Men Patience
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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Coward Man Marry Save Such Suppose Think Women
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Call Own Place Spent
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!
BRAM STOKER

Ever Feel Feet Flame Later Love Night Path Tread Walk
The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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Blood Life Mine Shall
As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Achieve Create Evoke Goes Life Nothing Spark
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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Feet Flames Night Tread
Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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Country Dead Denn Die Fast People Person Refer Travel
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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Bee Chase Errant Escape Fit Follow Lunatic Naked Nothing Swarmn Upon
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
BRAM STOKER

Care Land Men
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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Bones Mouth Music Teras
The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Astrology Long Stars

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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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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