Every idol, however exalted, turns out, in the long run, to be a Moloch, hungry for human sacrifice.

The thin and precarious crust of decency is all that separates any civilization, however impressive, from the hell of anarchy or systematic tyranny which lie in wait beneath the surface .

Every idol, however exalted, turns out, in the long run, to be a Moloch, hungry for human sacrifice.

When the individual feels, the community reels.

Wild inside; raging, writhing—yes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly—baa, baa, baa.

An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.

Medical science has made such tremendous progress that there is hardly a healthy human left.