When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages--hate them to the death.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn't touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror--of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision--he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: The horror! The horror!

I am a great foe of favoritism in public life, in private life, and even in the delicate relationship of an author to his works.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.