All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me. Oh, and trust me, so have you, my reader that is to be. Read back into your childhood, and this sense of awareness I speak of will be remembered as an experience of childhood. You were then not fixed, not crystallized. You were plastic, a soul in flux, a consciousness and an identity in the process of forming--ay, of forming and forgetting.

Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world.

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?

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.

The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.

I was jealous; therefore I loved.

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