This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance. At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

I have discovered that the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.

Even theories must have foundations.

Clothes therefore, must be the insignia of the superiority of man over all other animals, for surely there could be no other reason for wearing the hideous things

exsistance is not the cure it is the problem

If you write one story, it may be bad; if you write a hundred, you have the odds in your favor.