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H. Rider Haggard

Sir Henry Rider Haggard, KBE, Kt (/ˈhæɡərd/; 22 June 1856 – 14 May 1925), known as H. Rider Haggard, was an English writer of adventure novels set in exotic locations, predominantly Africa, and a pioneer of the Lost World literary genre. He was also involved in agricultural reform throughout the British Empire. His stories, situated at the lighter end of Victorian literature, continue to be popular and influential.

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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.

Cities, Day, Men, Mountains, Sea, Seas

We white people think that we know everything.

Everything, People, Think, Thinking, White

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

Forever, Forgotten, Live, Sleep, Things

Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.

Doe, Gentleman, Good, Way

There are things and there are faces which, when felt or seen for the first time, stamp themselves upon the mind like a sun image on a sensitized plate and there remain unalterably fixed.

Faces, Firsts, Fixed, Mind, Sensitized, Sun

Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.

Done, Hands, Haunts, Memories, Passion, Sorrow

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

Helplessness, Measure, Serve, Thinking, Thought

Man's cleverness is almost indefinite, and stretches like an elastic band, but human nature is like an iron ring. You can go round and round it, you can polish it highly, you can even flatten it a little on one side, whereby you will make it bulge out the other, but you will NEVER, while the world endures and man is man, increase its total circumference.

Band, Elastic, Iron, Like, Men, Nature

It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man.

Awkward, Listen, Man, Men, Praised, Shy

Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.

Art, Arts, Man, Memories, Strong

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!

Faith, Imagination, Mankind, Pictures, Pigment, Strange

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

Ends, Enough, Everything, Live, Long

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

Blow, Buffalo, Fight, Fighting, Women, Wounded

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

Beautiful, Earth, Heaven, Lightning, Passion

As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.

Habit, Hold, Older, Regret, Thinking

It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.

Curious, Doors, Events, Frequently, Looks, Trivial

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.

Change, Die, Elements, Ghost, Individual

The 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.

Ahead, Dark, Driven, Moon, Rushed, White

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.

Circles, Die, Forever, Forgotten, Known, Sleep

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?

Doth, Fall, Hate, Prompt, Sweet, Weave

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