My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see. That —...

We live as we dream–alone….

It was a wonderful experience. She mistrusted his very slumbers–and she seemed to think I could tell her why! Thus a poor mortal seduced by the charm of an apparition might have tried to wring...

Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through the dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one’s very heart...

But the artist appeals to that part of our being which is not dependent on wisdom; to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition— and, therefore, more permanently enduring. He speaks...

He seemed to hasten the retreat of departing light by his very presence; the setting sun dipped sharply, as though fleeing before our nigger; a black mist emanated from him; a subtle and dismal influence;...

Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.

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.

Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that’s not the same thing.

They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretense, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which...

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

La fuerza no es sino una casualidad nacida de la debilidad de los otros.

Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable...

One must not make too much of anything in life, good or bad.

The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

Perhaps life is just that… a dream and a fear

There is a weird power in a spoken word.

Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the...

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence–that which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we...

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

If we could only get rid of consciousness. What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it. To be part of the animal...

No man engaged in a work he does not like can preserve many saving illusionsabout himself. The distaste, the absence of glamour, extend from the occupation to the personality. It is only when ourappointed activities...

It was unearthly, and the men were–No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it–this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled, and...

The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.

It is a fact that the bitterest contradictions and the deadliest conflicts of the world are carried on in every individual breast capable of feeling and passion. [An anarchist]

I would just as soon have abused the old village church at home for not being a cathedral.

Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream–making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor...

It’s only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up,...

Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasn’t even a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on...

The sun was fierce, the land seemed to glisten and drip with steam.

In a dispassionate view the ardour for reform, improvement for virtue, for knowledge, and even beauty is only a vein sticking up for appearances as though one were anxious about the cut of ones clothes...

And suddenly I rejoiced in the great security of the sea as compared with the unrest of the land, in my choice of that untempted life presenting no disquieting problems, invested with an elementary moral...

The conquest of the earth is not a pretty thing.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the takingit away from those who have a different complexion or slightlyflatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you lookinto it too much. What...

A estrada seria longa. Todas as estradas que levam ao que o nosso coração almeja são longas

You revolutionists’ the other continued, with leisurely self-confidence, ‘are the slaves of the social convention, which is afraid of you; slaves of it as much as the very police that stands up in the defence...

Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

Never test another man by your own weakness.

The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.

By heavens! there is something after all in the world allowing one man to steal a horse while another must not look at a halter. Steal a horse straight out. Very well. He has done...

The mind of man is capable of anything – because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line…To snatch in a moment of courage, from the remorseless rush of time, a passing phase of life...

Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the back-door of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must...

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.