Every other evening around six o'clock he left home and dying dawn saw him hustling home around the lake where the challenging sun... flung a flaming sword from east to west across the trembling water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was interesting, when awakened at midnight, to watch the grotesque and fiend-like forms and motions of some one of the party, w...ho, not being able to sleep, had got up silently to arouse the fire.... Thus aroused, I, too, brought fresh fuel to the fire, and then rambled along the sandy shore in the moonlight, hoping to meet a moose come down to drink, or else a wolf. The little rill tinkled the louder, and peopled all the wilderness for me; and the glassy smoothness of the sleeping lake, laving the shores of a new world, with the dark, fantastic rocks rising here and there from its surface, made a scene not easily described. It has left such an impression of stern, yet gentle, wildness on my memory as will not be soon effaced.... When next we awoke, the moon and the stars were shining again, and there were signs of dawn in the east.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'm down here all alone, but as happy as a king--at least, as happy as some kings--at any rate, I should think I'm about as happy ...as King Charles the First when he was in prison.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The blood of Abraham, God's father of the chosen, still flows in the veins of Arab, Jew, and Christian, and too much of it has bee...n spilled in grasping for the inheritance of the revered patriarch in the Middle East. The spilled blood in the Holy Land still cries out to God--an anguished cry for peace.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it wa...s like an open door that nobody could shut. The land and all its dreariness could never close in on you. You had only to look at the lake, and you knew you would soon be free.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange odours of blossoms, of aromatic wood, comes out the still night--the... first sigh of the East on my face. That I can never forget. It was impalpable and enslaving, like a charm, like a whispered promise of mysterious delight.... The mysterious East faced me, perfumed like a flower, silent like death, dark like a grave.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Princess Dala: If I were my father, I'd have you tortured. Sir Charles: No, if you were your father I doubt very much if I wo...uld have kissed you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Simone Clouseau: Jacques would make a wonderful father. He has many redeeming qualities, you know. Sir Charles: Name one. .../>Simone Clouseau: Oh, he's kind, loyal, faithful, obedient. Sir Charles: You're either married to a boy scout or a dachshund.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sir Charles: Aren't you drinking? Princess Dala: I don't drink.... Sir Charles: Never? Princess Dala: I'm quite content with reality, I have no need for escape. Sir Charles: Well, I enjoy reality as much as the next man, it's just in my case, fortunately, reality includes a good stiff belt every now and then.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »