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.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

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

The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.

the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future