A human life the treasure of the world cannot buy; nor can it redeem one which is misspent; nor can it make full and complete and beautiful a life which is dwarfed and warped and ugly.

Go strip off your clothes that are a nuisance in this mellow clime. Get in and wrestle with the sea; wing your heels with the skill and power that reside in you, hit the sea's breakers, master them, and ride upon their backs as a king should.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts, a myriad selves, a continual becoming but never being, a will-of-the-wisp flitting of ghosts in ghostland.

...in his gambling, he had one besetting weakness -- faith in a system; and this made his damnation certain.

Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.

Strength is an empty shell.