Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.

Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren't.

Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.

As a general rule, a reputation is built on manner as much as on achievement.

A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.