He has come to the most dreadful conclusion a literary man can come to, the conclusion that the ordinary view is the right one. It is only the last and wildest kind of courage that can stand on a tower before ten thousand people and...
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G.k. Chesterton
Because he could not afford to fail, he could not afford to trust.
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Joseph J. Ellis
A true encounter with the living God will break the spirit of religiosity, empty man of his pride and conform even the most vile and wicked into a living vessel for His glory.
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Robin Bertram
This is stupid."" Look. You think how stupid people are most of the time. Old men drink. Women at a village fair. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Boys throwing stones at birds. Life. The foolishness and the vanity, the selfishness and the waste. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>The pettiness, the...
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Joe Abercrombie
Is there shame in living off your fellow man or being unable to take care ofyourself? You bet. But a person who’s willing to work and pay their own waycan at least take pride in that even if they can’t take pride in anything else.
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John Hawkins
More Quotes By H. Rider Haggard
Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
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,...
Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the...
And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.
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.
