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It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man.
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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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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Ah! If man would but see that hope is from within and not from without - that he himself must work out his own salvation.
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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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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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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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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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Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.
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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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Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
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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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As for the girl, since she is well favoured, she shall brew the king's beer, and be numbered amongst the king's wives-unless, indeed, he is pleased to give her to me.
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So 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.
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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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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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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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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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It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.
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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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