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

Life creeps slowly upward.... When some forgotten inventor of the older world smote his rival or enemy with a branch of wood and found that it was good and thereafter made a practice of smiting rivals and enemies with branches of wood, then, and on that day, artificiality may be said to have begun. Then, and on that day, was begun a revolution destined to change the history of life. Then, and on that day, was laid the cornerstone of that most tremendous of artifices, CIVILIZATION!

Strength is an empty shell.

In a saturated population life is always cheap.

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.

The function of man is to live, not to exist.