That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.

It is man's consolation that the future is to be a sunrise instead of a sunset.

There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

My greatness does not extend to this shelf.

To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible point of view. The submarine gulf is analogous to the realm of night and dreams. There also is sleep, unconsciousness, or at least apparent unconsciousness, of creation. There in the awful silence and darkness, the rude first forms of life, phantomlike, demoniacal, pursue their horrible instincts.

During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.