{"author":"H. Rider Haggard","author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard","total_quotes":34,"quotes":[{"text":"Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["consciousness","ego","helplessness","perception","thinking","thought"],"id":10695,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"And what, O Queen, are those things that are dear to a man? Are they not bubbles? Is not ambition but an endless ladder by which no height is ever climbed till the last unreachable rung is mounted? For height leads on to height, and there is not resting-place among them, and rung doth grow upon rung, and there is no limit to the number.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["ambition","endeavors","greed","humanity","ladder","learning","life","mankind","materialism","things-that-matter","want"],"id":17502,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"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.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["everything-is-meaningless","fallen-nations","futility","inevitability","knowledge","learning","man","mankind","materialism","nations","passing-of-time","time"],"id":21385,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"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.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["after-death","death","life","love","lovers","mortality"],"id":22414,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"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 thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited to-day; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends--the end from which he fled aghast will surely overtake us also!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.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["death","ghosts"],"id":53609,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"How true is the saying that the very highest in rank are always the most simple and kindly. It is from you half-and-half sort of people that you get pomposity and vulgarity.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["pomposity","true","vulgarity"],"id":65425,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"What a tricky and uncomfortable thing is conscience, that nearly always begins to trouble us at the moment of, or after, the event, not before, when it might be of some use.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["conscience"],"id":74808,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"I am glad to see that you have enough imagination not to be altogether a fool... Yes, it is want of imagination that makes people fools; they won't believe what they can't understand.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["fool","imagination","quatermain"],"id":85084,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"We run to place and power over the dead bodies of those who fail and fall; ay, we win the food we eat from out the mouths of starving babes.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["balance","cost","crime","give-and-take","good-and-evil","humanity","mankind","price","sin","society","survival","triumph"],"id":87396,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["dawn","dusk","heavens","horizon","life","mist","moon","night","observation","place","sea","setting","stars","sunrise","sunset"],"id":117771,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":34,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}