Occupation: Writer Birth: June 22, 1856 Death: May 14, 1925
Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination! Stran….
Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it..
As for the girl, since she is well favoured, she shall brew the king's beer, and be numbered amongst the king's wives-unless, indeed, he is pleased t….
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 ….
The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it..
Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!.
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 han….
It is not wise to neglect the present for the future, for who knows what the future will be?.
Truly wealth, which men spend all their lives in acquiring, is a valueless thing at the last..
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 awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man..
I have never observed that the religious are more eager to die than the rest of us poor mortals..
Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and f….
Adventurer: he that goes to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another..
We white people think that we know everything..
Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we maynot hope to f….
As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me..
Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world..
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..
Ah! If man would but see that hope is from within and not from without - that he himself must work out his own salvation..
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..