Anatomy presupposes a corpse; psychology presupposes a world of corpses.

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

With a woman, a man always wants to let himself go. And it is precisely with a woman that he should never let himself go ... but stick to his innermost belief and meet her just there.

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

While the white man keeps the impetus of his own proud, onward march, the dark races will yield and serve, perforce. But let the white man once have a misgiving about his own leadership, and the dark races will at once attack him, to pull him down into the old gulfs.

And yet - and yet - one's kite will rise on the wind as far as ever one has string to let it go. It tugs and tugs and will go, and one is glad the further it goes, even if everybody else is nasty about it.