The marriage tie becomes possessed of a history and takes to itself traditions. This history and these traditions form a great fund, to which changing conditions and growing imagination constantly add. And the traditions, more especially, bear heavily upon the individual, overmastering his natural expression of the love instinct and forcing him to an artificial expression of that love instinct. He loves, not as his savage forbears loved, but as his group loves.

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.

Some sorts of truth are truer than others.

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

Thus it was that in obedience to the law laid down by his mother, and in obedience to the law of that unknown and nameless thing, fear, he kept away from the mouth of the cave.

Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.

Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.