As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.

One cannot violate the promptings of one's nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.

Age is never so old as youth would measure it.

He was always striving to attain it. The life that was so swiftly expanding within him, urged him continually toward the wall of light. The life that was within him knew that it was the one way out, the way he was predestined to tread.