Quote#Heart
. . . all are still savage at heart, even you and I. For what is…
Quote byH. Rider Haggard · 1856–1925
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: She and Allan (1921).
English (original)
. . . 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.
— H. Rider Haggard
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