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.

A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.

One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun.