Fortunate indeed are those in which there is combined a little good and a little bad, a little knowledge of many things outside their own callings, a capacity for love and a capacity for hate, for such as these can look with tolerance upon all, unbiased by the egotism of him whose head is so heavy on one side that all his brains run to that point.

I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

A warrior may change his metal, but not his heart.

I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.

I have ever been prone to seek adventure and to investigate and experiment where wiser men would have left well enough alone.

Subconscious minds are no less fallible than the objective mind.

Traveling through space is stupifyingly monotonous.