The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
To be able to forget means sanity.
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums. All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me. Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born.
Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
Affluence means influence.
Strength is an empty shell.
I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.
Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
Not all the monsters have fangs.
The Stone the Builders Rejected.