Adela Florence Nicolson Quotations

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

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

For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.

Red lips like a living, laughing rose.

I shall go the way of the open sea, To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.