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!

In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom, especially if it has got to be carried into the market.

The mind of man is capable of anything.

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

To be busy with material affairs is the best preservative against reflection, fears, doubts ... all these things which stand in the way of achievement. I suppose a fellow proposing to cut his throat would experience a sort of relief while occupied in stropping his razor carefully.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

I remember my youth... the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men.