I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality.

I do not believe that I am made of the stuff which constitutes heroes, because, in all of the hundreds of instances that my voluntary acts have placed me face to face with death, I cannot recall a single one where any alternative step to that I took occurred to me until many hours later.

Golf is a mental disorder.

Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.

I do not think that I am ever overconfident. I am merely wholly confident, and I maintain that there is all the difference in the world there.

Traveling through space is stupifyingly monotonous.