Women 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 HaggardPassion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!
H. Rider HaggardAh! 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 HaggardTruly 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