A man's most open actions have a secret side to them.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.

A man's most open actions have a secret side to them.

The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.