It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
BRAM STOKERShe is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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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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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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There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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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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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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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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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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