But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more.

Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means.

I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.

The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.

What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.