As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.
That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours.
How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?
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.
Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.
There is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Nature.
Ah! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water it runs between his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though with dew, behold a generation of fools call out, ‘See, he is a wise man!’ Is it not so?
Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.
Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.
Ah! If man would but see that hope is from within and not from without – that he himself must work out his own salvation.
Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath–all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each?
The acorn of ambition often grows into an oak from which men hang.
Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!
A sharp spear needs no polish.
The Almighty gave us our lives, and I suppose He meant us to defend them, at least I have always acted on that, and I hope it will not be brought up against me when my clock strikes.
Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.
Adventurer: he that goes to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another.
It is not wise to neglect the present for the future, for who knows what the future will be?
Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.
It is far. But there is no journey upon this earth that a man may not make if he sets his heart to it. There is nothing, Umbopa, that he cannot do, there are no mountains he may not climb, there are no deserts he cannot cross; save a mountain and a a desert of which you are spared the knowledge, if love leads him and he holds his life in his hand counting it as nothing, ready to keep it or to lose it as Providence may order.
Truly wealth, which men spend all their lives in acquiring, is a valueless thing at the last.
Mistrust all men, and slay him whom thou mistrustest overmuch; and as for women, flee from them, for they are evil, and in the end will destroy thee.
The law of England is much more severe upon offences against property than against the person, as becomes a people whose ruling passion is money.
