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

I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.

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.

You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.