The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination.

The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.

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

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.

Every new stroke of civilization has cost the lives of countless brave men, who have fallen defeated by the dragon, in their efforts to win the apples of the Hesperides, or the fleece of gold. Fallen in their efforts to overcome the old, half sordid savagery of the lower stages of creation, and win the next stage.