...It all seemed to him to have disappeared as if behind a curtain at a theater. There are such curtains that drop in life. God is moving on to the next act.

The real, native South Seas food is lousy. You can't eat it.

The day that a woman who is passing before you sheds a light upon you as she goes, you are lost, you love. You have then but one thing to do: to think of her so earnestly that she will be compelled to think of you.

The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and incessant desire to injure some living being, it matters not who.

All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.

That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.