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

The time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in a manner of virtue

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

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.

In that little party there was not one who would desert another; yet we were of different countries, different colours, different races, different religions--and one of us was of a different world.

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

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