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Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!
H. Rider Haggard
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H. Rider Haggard
Age: 68 †
Born: 1856
Born: June 22
Died: 1925
Died: May 14
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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.
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Mistrust all men, and slay him whom thou mistrustest overmuch and as for women, flee from them, for they are evil, and in the end will destroy thee.
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It is a hard thing when one has shot sixty-five lions or more, as I have in the course of my life, that the sixty-sixth should chew your leg like a quid of tobacco. It breaks the routine of the thing, and putting other considerations aside, I am an orderly man and don't like that. This is by the way.
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Ah! 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?
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The law of England is much more severe upon offences against property than against the person, as becomes a people whose ruling passion is money.
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The sky aft was dark as pitch, but the moon still shone brightly ahead of us and lit up the blackness. Beneath its sheen a huge white-topped breaker, twenty feet high or more, was rushing on to us. It was on the break-the moon shone on its crest and tipped its foam with light. On it rushed beneath the inky sky, driven by the awful squall behind it.
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Time 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.
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Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.
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The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.
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As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.
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That 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.
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Strange 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!
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Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours.
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We may taste of every turn of chance - now rule as Kings, now serve as Slaves now love, now hate now prosper, and now perish. But still, through all, we are the same for this is the marvel of Identity.
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Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
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I am not a nervous man in a general way, and very little troubled with superstitions, of which I have lived to see the folly.
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It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man.
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And 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.
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Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.
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