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And what, O Queen, are those things that are dear to a man? Are they not bubbles? Is not ambition bu...

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...For like a rugged tree you are hard and sound at the core.

And now it appeared that there was a mysterious Queen clothed by rumour with dread and wonderful att...

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Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the...

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Take what life can give you, Ana, and do not trouble about the offerings which are laid in the tombs...

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Moon of Israel

Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, i...

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King Solomon's Mines

It is far. But there is no journey upon this earth that a man may not make if he sets his heart to i...

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Surely my lord will not hide his beautiful white legs!" exclaimed Infadoos regretfully. But Good per...

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King Solomon's Mines

I am glad to see that you have enough imagination not to be altogether a fool... Yes, it is want of ...

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Hunter Quatermain's Story: The Uncollected Adventures of Allan Quatermain

Passion is like the lightening, it is beautiful and it links the earth to heaven, but it blinds.

Allan Quatermain

How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?

Allan Quatermain

How true is the saying that the very highest in rank are always the most simple and kindly. It is fr...

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Allan Quatermain

I closed my eyelids, and imagination, taking up the thread of thought, shot its swift shuttle back a...

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We run to place and power over the dead bodies of those who fail and fall; ay, we win the food we ea...

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It is a well-known fact that very often, putting the period of boyhood out of the argument, the olde...

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Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorro...

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Pride is a good horse if thou ridest wisely

Eric Brighteyes

So they crucified their Messiah? Well can I believe it. That He was a Son of the Living Spirit would...

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What a tricky and uncomfortable thing is conscience, that nearly always begins to trouble us at the ...

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Child of Storm

Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved ...

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Ayesha: The Return of She

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as...

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Allan Quatermain

Shot the man! Shed human blood! Hid in a pool!" ejaculated Mr. Dove, overcome. "Really, Rachel, you ...

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The Ghost Kings

Ah! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water...

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Shall a mangrave his sorrows upon a stone when he hath but need to write them onthe water? Nay, oh /...

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Though the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perf...

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Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his s...

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There is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Na...

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The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-l...

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Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.

And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love...

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Be careful when power comes to thee also, lest thou too shouldst smite in thine anger or thy jealous...

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Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these...

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Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed...

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H. Rider Haggard

Writer

Born: 1856-06-22

Died: 1925-05-14

Sir Henry Rider Haggard (22 June 1856 – 14 May 1925), born in Bradenham, Norfolk, England, was a Victorian writer of adventure novels set in exotic locations such as southern Africa, Central Asia, Egypt, Iceland and Mexico.More