He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.

A mysterious fraternity born out of smoke and danger of death.

Philosophy should always know that indifference is a militant thing. It batters down the walls of cities and murders the women and children amid the flames and the purloining of altar vessels. When it goes away it leaves smoking ruins, where lie citizens bayonetted through the throat. It is not a children's pastime like mere highway robbery.

It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.

Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes, But no meat for men is in thee.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

A man said to the universe: 'Sir, I exist!' 'However,' replied the universe. 'The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.