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

The artist appeals to that part of our being...which is a gift and not an acquisition - and, therefore, more permanently enduring.

She feared the unknown as we all do, and her ignorance made the unknown infinitely vast.

It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.

Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn't touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror--of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision--he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: The horror! The horror!

They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.