I saw a Kafir woman die yesterday, and her children crying over her.

She was a poor creature and had a rough lot, but she loved her life, and her children loved her.

Who can be happy and thank God for His creation when he has just seen such a thing?
But there, Captain Niel, my ideas are very crude, and I dare say very wrong, and everybody has thought them before: at any rate, I am not going to inflict them on you.

What is the use of it ?" and she went on with a laugh: "what is the use of anything?
The same old thoughts passing through the same human minds from year to year and century to century, just as the same clouds float across the same blue sky.

The clouds are born in the sky, and the thoughts are born in the brain, and they both end in tears and re-arise in blind, bewildering mist, and this is the beginning and end of thoughts and clouds.