The real significance of crime is in its being a breach of faith with the community of mankind.

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

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

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.