How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star? H. Rider Haggard More Quotes by H. Rider Haggard More Quotes From H. Rider Haggard There are things and there are faces which, when felt or seen for the first time, stamp themselves upon the mind like a sun image on a sensitized plate and there remain unalterably fixed. H. Rider Haggard mind faces firsts 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. H. Rider Haggard teeth giving memories It is not wise to neglect the present for the future, for who knows what the future will be? H. Rider Haggard neglect wise knows 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 girl kings beer My death is very near to me, and of this I am glad, for I desire to pursue the quest in other realms, as it has been promised to me that I shall do. H. Rider Haggard realms quests desire 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. H. Rider Haggard routine lions men 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. H. Rider Haggard ends evil men Truly wealth, which men spend all their lives in acquiring, is a valueless thing at the last. H. Rider Haggard wealth lasts men The acorn of ambition often grows into an oak from which men hang. H. Rider Haggard acorns ambition men 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. H. Rider Haggard touching might memories 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. H. Rider Haggard strong memories art Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt. H. Rider Haggard savagery silver civilization Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we maynot hope to follow; to wait while drop by drop the curse of the longcenturies falls upon our imperishable being, like water slow drippingon a diamond that it cannot wear, till they be born anew forgetful ofus, and again sink from our helpless arms into the void unknowable. H. Rider Haggard love fall thinking 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. H. Rider Haggard would-be believe son 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 passion memories hands It is a well-known fact that very often, putting the period of boyhood out of the argument, the older we grow the more cynical and hardened we become; indeed, many of us are only saved by timely death from moral petrification, if not from moral corruption. H. Rider Haggard moral-corruption boyhood cynical Man's cleverness is almost indefinite, and stretches like an elastic band, but human nature is like an iron ring. You can go round and round it, you can polish it highly, you can even flatten it a little on one side, whereby you will make it bulge out the other, but you will NEVER, while the world endures and man is man, increase its total circumference. H. Rider Haggard iron band men Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth. H. Rider Haggard gentleman doe way There is no loneliness like the loneliness of crowds, especially to those who are unaccustomed to them. H. Rider Haggard crowds loneliness 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. H. Rider Haggard hate identity kings
