Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

Fear is the most easily taught of all lessons, and the fight against terror, real or imagined, is perhaps the history of man's mind.

You can't change a man, no-ways. By the time his mummy turns him loose and he takes up with some innocent woman and marries her, he's what he is.

It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.

Living was no longer the grief behind him, but the anxiety ahead.

Madness is only a variety of mental nonconformity and we are all individualists here.

Information can be passed from one to another, like a silver dollar. There's absolutely no wisdom except what you learn for yourself.