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.

She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.

He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.

The map appears to us more real than the land.

It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.

Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.

The deadly Hydra now is the hydra of Equality. Liberty, Equality and Fraternity is the three-fanged serpent.