Adela Florence Nicolson

“Less than the dust, beneath thy Chariot wheel, less than the rust, that never stained thy Sword.”

“For I am weary of the passing shows, I am weary of the sun.”

“I, who am slave of my own soul, see, you have made me slave of yours.”

“Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?”

“Since I have given my life to thee, what is there left to give?”

“And the end of it all is a little prayer, And a little grave and a quiet sleep.”

“The sense of the world is short, Long and various the report, To love and be beloved.”

“Ah, Love, I would that I had died, ere I had known this last despair!”

“What is the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind, a friend at a pinch is a friend indeed.”

“For this is the law of the lover, and the law of the jungle and the plain: that love shall be lord of the lion, and the desert shall bloom again.”