Doc still loved true things but he knew that it was not a general love and it could be a very dangerous mistress.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

(Suicide) takes some doing, with maybe pain and maybe hell.

You are not a man anymore. You are a soldier. Your comfort is of no importance and your life isn't of much importance. Most of your orders will be unpleasant, but that's not your business. They should've trained you for this, and not for flower-strewn streets. They should have built your soul with truth, not led along with lies.

Critics are the eunuchs of literature. They stand by in envious awe while the whole man and his partner demonstrate the art of living.

There's a capacity for appetite... that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.