I love the flesh. I'm a pagan. "Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!"

Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.

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

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

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

A man with a club is a law-maker.

Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.