The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

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.

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.