Quote #13
Hardly we find the path of love, to sink the self, forget the 'I,' When sad suspicion grips the heart, when Man, the Man begins to die:
More from Sir Richard Francis Burton
- Friends of my youth, a last adieu! haply some day we meet again; Yet ne'er the self-same men shall meet; the years shall make us other men.
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- The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.
- How shall the Shown pretend to ken aught of the Showman or the Show? Why meanly bargain to believe, which only means thou ne'er canst know?…
- The dearest ambition of a slave is not liberty but to have a slave of his own.
- You pray, but hath your thought e'er weighed how empty vain the prayer must be, That begs a boon already giv'en, or craves a change of law …