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It seems that in this world we never can be content . . . we only think that we should be if things were otherwise than they are.
The Ancient Allan (1920)
. . . even a king may choose his own wife sometimes.
The Ancient Allan (1920)
. . . all joy grows from the root of pain.
She and Allan (1921)
. . . these priests, after the fashion of priests all the world over, now aspired to the absolute rule of the race
Heu-Heu (1924)
. . . if you live long enough, you will learn that this world is full of deceptions
Heu-Heu (1924)
. . . when lost in a forest every path that may lead to safety should be explored
She and Allan (1921)
. . . is there anything so mighty as water in the world, I wonder
Heu-Heu (1924)
. . . we are all fools in our different ways, and how can any one dig out of his heart the folly that his mother put there before he was born?
Heu-Heu (1924)
. . . the dead keep their wisdom to themselves
Heu-Heu (1924)
Now all the world is wonderful, but surely among its countries there is none more so than Africa; no, not even China the unchanging, or India the ancient. For this reason, I think: those great lands have always been more or less known to their own inhabitants, whereas Africa, as a whole, from the beginning was and still remains unknown.
The Treasure of the Lake (1926)
Love counts not its labour nor can it weigh its tenderness in the scale of purchase. That which it has it gives, and craves for more to give and give, till the soul's infinity be drained.
Cleopatra (1889)
. . . gifts have a way of coming to those who do not desire them
The Ancient Allan (1920)
It is what is in a man that matters . . . not what he looks like outside, as women often used to say to me when I was young
Heu-Heu (1924)
Altogether, a more miserable trio than we were that evening it would have been difficult to discover; and our only comfort lay in the reflection that we were exceedingly fortunate to be there to feel miserable, instead of being stretched dead upon the plain, as so many thousands of brave men were that night, who had risen well and strong in the morning.
King Solomon's Mines (1885)
. . . disillusionment is often painful, you know
Heu-Heu (1924)
. . . is [it] better to be alive or dead[?] The religious plump for the latter, though I have never observed that the religious are more eager to die than the rest of us poor mortals.
The Ancient Allan (1920)
. . . all are still savage at heart, even you and I. For what is termed culture is but coat upon coat of paint laid on to hide our native colour, and often there is poison in the paint.
She and Allan (1921)