The fate of this man or that man was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea.

You run a grave risk, my boy," said the magician, "of being turned into a piece of bread, and toasted.

Now, in their love, which was stronger, there were the seeds of hatred and fear and confusion growing at the same time: for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury.

Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for dozens of reasons, in a muddle.

Yes, that is the equality of man. Slaughter anybody who is better than you are, and then we shall be equal soon enough. All equally dead.

The destiny of man is to unite, not to divide.

He was neither clever nor sensitive, but he was loyal--stubbornly sometimes, and even annoyingly and stupidly so in later life.