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 As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me. H. Rider Haggard habit regret thinking That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten. H. Rider Haggard circles forever sleep 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. H. Rider Haggard individual elements ghost Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours. H. Rider Haggard lapses hours events Ah! 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 Haggard stupid wise running Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go. H. Rider Haggard cities sea men Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought. H. Rider Haggard helplessness thinking Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each? H. Rider Haggard hate sweet fall Ah! If man would but see that hope is from within and not from without - that he himself must work out his own salvation. H. Rider Haggard work-out salvation men There is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Nature. H. Rider Haggard magic way 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. H. Rider Haggard winning running fall Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it. H. Rider Haggard ends enough long Adventurer: he that goes to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another. H. Rider Haggard may adventure world It is far. But there is no journey upon this earth that a man may not make if he sets his heart to it. There is nothing, Umbopa, that he cannot do, there are no mountains he may not climb, there are no deserts he cannot cross; save a mountain and a a desert of which you are spared the knowledge, if love leads him and he holds his life in his hand counting it as nothing, ready to keep it or to lose it as Providence may order. H. Rider Haggard journey heart men A sharp spear needs no polish. H. Rider Haggard spears polish needs 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 Haggard buffalo fighting blow 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! H. Rider Haggard pigment strange imagination Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten. H. Rider Haggard forgotten forever sleep The law of England is much more severe upon offences against property than against the person, as becomes a people whose ruling passion is money. H. Rider Haggard passion law people Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds! H. Rider Haggard passion beautiful heaven
