77 quotes
We white people think that we know everything.
Child of Storm (1913)
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.
There is no such thing as magic, though there is such a thing as a knowledge of the secrets of nature.
She (1887)
Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.
Allan Quatermain (1887)
It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man.
The Holy Flower (1915)
After all, dangers are everywhere; those who turn back because of dangers will never succeed in any life that we can imagine.
The Holy Flower (1915)
Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours.
She (1887)
Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.
King Solomon's Mines (1885)
It is easier to destroy knowledge, Ignosi, than to gather it.
King Solomon's Mines (1885)
Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds and kills!
Allan Quatermain (1887)
Yea, all things live for ever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
She (1887)
You lie; you always were a liar, and you always will be a liar.
Dawn (1884)
There is no loneliness like the loneliness of crowds, especially to those who are unaccustomed to them.
A Tale of Three Lions (1887)
I am not a nervous man in a general way, and very little troubled with superstitions, of which I have lived to see the folly.
King Solomon's Mines (1885)
I do not believe in violence; it is the last resort of fools.
Dawn (1884)
I have never observed that the religious are more eager to die than the rest of us poor mortals.
The Ancient Allan (1920)
How true is the saying that the very highest in rank are always the most simple and kindly. It is in your half-and-half sort of people that you find pompousness and vulgarity.
Allan Quatermain (1887)
Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and this many-coloured pigment of imagination! Strange, too, that no one of them doth agree with another!
She (1887)
The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late—it does not matter when, in the end it crushes us all.
Allan Quatermain (1887)
For he was a merciful man, who loved not slaughter, although his fierce faith drove him from war to war.
The Brethren (1904)