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