I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go

The blight of futility that lies in wait for men's speeches had fallen upon our conversation and made it a thing of empty sounds.

The condemned social order has not been built up on paper and ink, and I don't fancy that a combination of paper and ink will ever put an end to it.

You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.

All a man can betray is his conscience.

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

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