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 HaggardWomen 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 HaggardThink 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