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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.
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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It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man.
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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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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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We 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.
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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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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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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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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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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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Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!
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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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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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