Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.

A train of thought is never false. The falsehood lies deep in the necessities of existence.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable.

The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket. Revolution, legality--counter-moves in the same game; forms of idleness at bottom identical.

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

A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!