Books may be written in all sorts of places. Verbal inspiration may enter the berth of a mariner on board a ship frozen fast in a river in the middle of a town.

... it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.

As in political so in literary action a man wins friends for himself mostly by the passion of his prejudices and the consistent narrowness of his outlook.

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.

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

Don't you forget what's divine in the Russian soul and that's resignation.