I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude - and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.
My task is to make you hear, to make you feel,and, above all, to make you see. That is all, and it is everything.
You shall judge of a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.
His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain - why he did not instantly disappear.
I had ambition not only to go farther than any man had ever been before, but as far as it was possible for a man to go.
The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.
They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force-nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
The scrupulous and the just, the noble, humane, and devoted natures; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement - but it passes away from them. They are not the leaders of a revolution. They are its victims.
It's extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it's just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome.
It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.
In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.
He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense.
I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.
It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.
The conquest of the earth... is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only... not a sentimental pretence but an idea.
It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
A caricature is putting the face of a joke on the body of a truth.
Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, "Come and find out".
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
The ethical view of the universe involves us in so many cruel and absurd contradictions that I have come to suspect that the aim of creation cannot be ethical at all.
The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.
If you don't make mistakes, you don't make anything .
What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.
I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.
Ah! These commercial interests - spoiling the finest life under the sun. Why must the sea be used for trade - and for war as well?...It would have been so much nicer just to sail about, with here and there a port and a bit of land to stretch one's legs on, buy a few books and get a change of cooking for a while.
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.
One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.
God is for men, and religion for women.
The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.
Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.
The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.
Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.
Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings.
It is a maudlin and indecent verity that comes out through the strength of wine.
I would not unduly praise the virtue of restraint. It is often merely temperamental. But it is not always a sign of coldness. It may be pride. There can be nothing more humiliating than to see the shaft of one's emotion miss the mark of either laughter or tears. Nothing more humiliating! And this for the reason that should the mark be missed, should the open display of emotion fail to move, then it must perish unavoidably in disgust or contempt.
Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.