The literature of disease is more interesting to me than all the healthy books.

He feared his maturity as it grew upon him with its ripe thought, its skill, its finished art; yet which lacked the poetry of boyhood to make living a full end of life.

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving Swiftly.

Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.

To have news value is to have a tin can tied to one's tail.