But under it all they were men, penetrating the land of desolation and mockery and silence, puny adventurers bent on colossal adventure, pitting themselves against the might of a world as remote and alien and pulseless as the abysses of space.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horrible -- if you care to see in print things you write. (In this connection don't do as I do, but do as I say.

There is such a thing as anaesthesia of pain, engendered by pain too exquisite to be borne.

But I am I. And I won't subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind

Somehow, the love of the islands, like the love of a woman, just happens. One cannot determine in advance to love a particular woman, nor can one so determine to love Hawaii.

I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.