One can’t live with one’s finger everlastingly on one’s pulse.
Everything belonged to him – but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.
I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.
For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.
It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.
He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable.
It made you feel very small, very lost, and yet it was not altogether depressing, that feeling. After all, if you were small, the grimy beetle crawled on – which was just what you wanted it to do.
The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.
Everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places.
I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go.
Things and men have always a certain sense, a certain side by which they must be got hold of if one wants to obtain a solid grasp and a perfect command.
A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.
It is very difficult to be wholly joyous or wholly sad on this earth. The comic, when he is human, soon takes upon itself the face of pain.
Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.
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Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.
It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
That faculty of beholding at a hint the face of his desire and the shape of his dream, without which the earth would know no lover and no adventurer.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.