The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did.

The newspapers are full of what we would like to happen to us and what we hope will never happen to us.

In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.

To despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.

That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.

Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependent on it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure, and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard.