We 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.
BRAM STOKERThere is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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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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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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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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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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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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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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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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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
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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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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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