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 bitter memories of what might have been.
- Lived
- 1856–1925
- Born
- Bradenham
- Died
- London
- Nationality
- United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
- Known as
- writer, screenwriter, prose writer, novelist
- Era
- 20th century
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Works (89)
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.
It is easier to destroy knowledge, Ignosi, than to gather it.
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 …
Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.
After spending a week in Cape Town, finding that they overcharged me at the hotel, and having seen everything there was to see, including the botanical gardens, which seem to me likely to confer a great benefit on the country, and the new …
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 …
I have never observed that the religious are more eager to die than the rest of us poor mortals.
After all, dangers are everywhere; those who turn back because of dangers will never succeed in any life that we can imagine.
It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man.
We white people think that we know everything.
My death is very near to me, and of this I am glad, for I desire to pursue the quest in other realms, as it has been promised to me that I shall do.
For he was a merciful man, who loved not slaughter, although his fierce faith drove him from war to war.
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 loneliness like the loneliness of crowds, especially to those who are unaccustomed to them.
I do not believe in violence; it is the last resort of fools.
You lie; you always were a liar, and you always will be a liar.
