We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable.

The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.

Being a lady is a frightfully troublesome assignment, since it comprises mainly in managing men.

And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.

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.

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