FROM THE PAGES OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS
The grand vizier, who was the unwilling agent of this horrid injustice, had two daughters, the eldest called Scheherazade, and the youngest Dinarzade. The latter was a lady of very great merit; but the elder had courage, wit, and penetration in a remarkable degree. She studied much, and had such a tenacious memory, that she never forgot any thing she had once read. She had successfully applied herself to philosophy, physic, history, and the liberal arts; and made verses that surpassed those of the best poets of her time. (from “The Introduction,” page 9)
“Oh sister,” said Dinarzade, “what a wonderful story is this!” “The remainder of it,” said Scheherazade, “is more surprising; and you will be of my mind, if the Sultan will let me live this day, and permit me to continue the story to-night.” Shahriar, who had listened to Scheherazade with pleasure, said to himself, “I will stay till to-morrow, for I can at any time put her to death, when she has made an end of her story.”
(from “The Story of the Merchant and the Genie,” page 13)
“The enraged Genie tried his utmost to get out of the vase, but in vain; for the impression of the seal of Solomon the prophet, the son of David, prevented him.” (from “The History of the Fisherman,” page 31)
“That you may know, madam, how I lost my right eye, and the reason why I have been obliged to take the habit of a calender, I must begin by telling you, that I am the son of a King.”
(from “The History of the First Calender,” page 62)
“Take this knife: it will serve you for an occasion that will presently arise. We are going to sew you up in this skin, in which you must be entirely concealed. We shall then retire, and leave you in this place. Soon afterwards a bird of most enormous size, which they call a roc, will appear in the air; and, taking you for a sheep, it will swoop down upon you, and lift you up to the clouds: but let not this alarm you. The bird will soon return with his prey towards the earth, and will lay you down on the top of a mountain. As soon as you feel yourself upon the ground, rip open the skin with the knife, and set yourself free.”
(from “The History of the Third Calender,” page 103)
“A man scarcely ever succeeds in any enterprise if he has not recourse to the opinions of enlightened persons. No man becomes clever, says the proverb, unless he consults a clever man.”
(from “The Story Told by the Tailor,” page 170)
“What contributed, perhaps, more than any thing else to the embarrassment of Noureddin’s affairs, was his extreme aversion to reckon with his steward.”
(from “The History of Noureddin and the Beautiful Persian,” page 230)
“You judge unjustly, and in a short time you shall yourself be judged.”
(from “The History of Noureddin and the Beautiful Persian,” page 262)
“He did not, however, dare to explain his real sentiments to the king, who could not have endured the idea that his daughter had bestowed her heart on any other than the man whom he should present to her.”
(from “The History of Camaralzaman,” page 291)
“He who is poor is regarded but as a stranger, even by his relations and his friends.” (from “The Sleeper Awakened,” page 334)
“I am no longer your son, nor Abou Hassan, I am assuredly the Commander of the Faithful.” (from “The Sleeper Awakened,” page 359)
“I assure you that my sufferings have been so acute that they might deprive the greatest miser of his love of riches.”
(from “The History of Sindbad the Sailor,” page 477)
“Three or four days after we had set sail we were attacked by corsairs, who easily made themselves masters of our vessel, as we were not in a state for defence. Some persons in the ship attempted to make resistance, but their boldness cost them their lives. I and all those who had the prudence to submit quietly to the corsairs were made slaves. After they had stripped us, and clothed us in rags instead of our own garments, they bent their course towards a distant island, where they sold us.”
(from “The Seventh and Last Voyage of Sindbad the Sailor,” page 513)
“All these fatigues being at last surmounted, I arrived happily at Baghdad.”
(from “The Seventh and Last Voyage of Sindbad the Sailor,” page 516)