Rafael Sabatini (29 April 1875 – 13 February 1950) was an Italian-English writer of romance and adventure novels.
I am very poor - for a know nothing, understand nothing. It is not a calamitous condition until it is realized.
The love that is never to be realized will often remain a man's guiding ideal.
Gold has at all times been considered the best of testimonies of good faith.
Only he who is without anything is without enemies.
Thirstily he set it to his lips, and as its cool refreshment began to soothe his throat, he thanked Heaven that in a world of much evil there was still so good a thing as ale.
Open the history of the past at whatsoever page you will and there you shall find coincidence at work bringing about events that the merest chance might have averted. Indeed, coincidence may be defined as the tool used by Fate to shape the destinies of men and nations.
In life we pay for the evil that in life we do.
When all is said, a man's final judgment of his fellows must be based upon his knowledge of himself
. . . it is human nature, I suppose, to be futile and ridiculous.
But they were fated to misunderstand each other.
To do what you imply would require nothing short of divine intervention. You must change man, not systems.
It came to Mr. Blood, as he trudged forward under the laden apple-trees on that fragrant, delicious July morning, that man—as he had long suspected—was the vilest work of God, and that only a fool would set himself up as a healer of a species that was best exterminated.
In endeavor itself there is a certain dynamic entertainment, affording an illusion of useful purpose. With achievement the illusion is dispelled. Man's greatest accomplishment is to produce change. The only good in life is study, because study is an endeavor that never reaches fulfillment. It busies a man to the end of his days, and it aims at the only true reality in all this world of shams and deceits.
An intelligent observation of the facts of human existence will reveal to shallow-minded folk who sneer at the use of coincidence in the arts of fiction and drama that life itself is little more than a series of coincidences.
Truth is so often disconcerting.
But I like my madness. There is a thrill in it unknown to such sanity as yours. ~ Book 1, Chapter 9.
They opposed brute force to reason and philosophy, and battalions of foreign mercenaries to ideas. As if ideas were to be impaled on bayonets!
There remained the sea, which is free to all, and particularly alluring to those who feel themselves at war with humanity.