A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it. A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse. By Jove! I've never seen anything so unreal in my life. And outside, the silent wilderness surrounding this cleared speck on the earth struck me as something great and invincible, like evil or truth, waiting patiently for the passing away of this fantastic invasion.

He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.

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

Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.