01c. 1882 ADYea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
02c. 1882 ADAh! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water it runs between his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though with dew, behold a generation of fools call out, 'See, he is a wise man!' Is it not so?H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
03c. 1882 ADYet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited to-day; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends--the end from which he fled aghast will surely overtake us also!Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
04c. 1882 ADAnd now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
05c. 1882 ADThat which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
06c. 1882 ADStrange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination! Strange, too, that no one of them tallies with another!H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
07c. 1882 ADTime after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
08c. 1882 ADMan doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each?H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
09c. 1882 ADSurely my lord will not hide his beautiful white legs!" exclaimed Infadoos regretfully. But Good persisted, and once only did the Kukuana people get the chance of seeing his beautiful legs again. Good is a very modest man. Henceforward they had to satisfy their aesthetic longings with his one whisker, his transparent eye, and his movable teeth.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
10c. 1882 ADThere is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Nature.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
11c. 1882 ADAnd now it appeared that there was a mysterious Queen clothed by rumour with dread and wonderful attributes, and commonly known by the impersonal but, to my mind, rather awesome title of She.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
12c. 1882 ADWomen love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
13c. 1882 ADThough the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perfect health and the first flush of ripened beauty, yet it bore stamped upon it a seal of unutterable experience, and of deep acquaintance with grief and passion. Not even the slow smile that crept about the dimples of her mouth could hide the shadow of sin and sorrow. It shone even in the light of those glorious eyes, it was present in the air of majesty, and it seemed to say: 'Behold me, lovely as no woman was or is, undying and half-divine; memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
14c. 1882 ADWe run to place and power over the dead bodies of those who fail and fall; ay, we win the food we eat from out the mouths of starving babes.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
15c. 1882 ADHow can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
16c. 1882 ADBe careful when power comes to thee also, lest thou too shouldst smite in thine anger or thy jealousy, for unconquerable strength is a sore weapon in the hands of erring manH. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
17c. 1882 ADPassion is like the lightening, it is beautiful and it links the earth to heaven, but it blinds.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
18c. 1882 ADShot the man! Shed human blood! Hid in a pool!" ejaculated Mr. Dove, overcome. "Really, Rachel, you are a most trying daughter. Why should you go out before daybreak and do such things?H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
19c. 1882 ADMemory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
20c. 1882 ADAnd what, O Queen, are those things that are dear to a man? Are they not bubbles? Is not ambition but an endless ladder by which no height is ever climbed till the last unreachable rung is mounted? For height leads on to height, and there is not resting-place among them, and rung doth grow upon rung, and there is no limit to the number.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
21c. 1882 ADI closed my eyelids, and imagination, taking up the thread of thought, shot its swift shuttle back across the ages, weaving a picture on their blackness so real and vivid in its details that I could almost for a moment think that I had triumphed o'er the Past, and that my spirit's eyes had pierced the mystery of Time.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
22c. 1882 ADI am glad to see that you have enough imagination not to be altogether a fool... Yes, it is want of imagination that makes people fools; they won't believe what they can't understand.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
23c. 1882 ADSo they crucified their Messiah? Well can I believe it. That He was a Son of the Living Spirit would be naught to them, if indeed He was so.... They would care little for any God if he came not with pomp and power.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
24c. 1882 ADThinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.H. Rider Haggard / quote ↗
