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

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

Never test another man by your own weakness.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.

They had behind them, to my mind, the terrific suggestiveness of words heard in dreams, of phrases spoken in nightmares.

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

The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.