There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

Things and men have always a certain sense, a certain side by which they must be got hold of if one wants to obtain a solid grasp and a perfect command.

We live as we dream - alone.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.

Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham.

The revolutionary spirit is mighty convenient in this, that it frees one from all scruples as regards ideas.