I was constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

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.

The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.