There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.

We live in an age in which there is no heroic death.

Glory, as anyone knows, is bitter stuff.

It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?

For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other.

History knew the truth. History was the most inhuman product of humanity.It scooped up the whole of human will and, like the goddess Kali in Calcutta, dripped blood from its mouth as it bit and crunched.