Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest in which they were bivouacked. He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing. Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth.

Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world may be many different ways for them but there is one world that will never be and that is the world they dream of.

He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.

If people knew the story of their lives, how many would then elect to live them?

Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.

There was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream