Quote#Death
"Th' immortal mind of mortal man!" we hear yon loud-lunged Zealot cry
Quote byRichard Francis Burton · 1821–1890
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-Yezdî (1870).
English (original)
"Th' immortal mind of mortal man!" we hear yon loud-lunged Zealot cry; Whose mind but means his sum of thought, an essence of atomic "I." Thought is the work of brain and nerve, in small-skulled idiot poor and mean; In sickness sick, in sleep asleep, and dead when Death lets drop the scene.
— Richard Francis Burton
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