The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the painin the world had found a voice
Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. There is no intelligence where there is no need of change.
He knew clearly enough that his imagination was growing traitor to him, and yet at times it seemed the ship he sailed in, his fellow-passengers, the sailors, the wide sea, were all part of a filmy pha...
Common sense and every material reality insisted upon the unification of human life throughout the planet and the socialisation of its elementary needs, and pitted against that was the fact that every...
فأنا لا أفهم لماذا لا نستطيع الاستمتاع بمثل هذه المتع البسيطة عندما نكبر؟ولماذا يتضمن نضوجنا نسيان الكثير من الأمور.
What is this spirit in man that urges him forever to depart from happiness and security, to toil, to place himself in danger, even to risk a reasonable certainty of death? It dawned upon me up there i...
The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.
It is a law of nature we overlook, that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change, danger, and trouble. An animal perfectly in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism. Nature...
Face this world. Learn its ways, watch it, be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. In the end you will find clues to it all.
You've made a beast of yourself,- to the beasts you may go.
The ocean rose up around me, hiding that low, dark patch from my eyes. The daylight, the trailing glory of the sun, went streaming out of the sky, was drawn aside like some luminous curtain, and at la...
The day of democracy is past, he said. Past for ever. That day began with the bowmen of Crecy, it ended when marching infantry, when common men in masses ceased to win the battles of the world, when c...
That Anarchist world, I admit, is our dream; we do believe - well, I, at any rate, believe this present world, this planet, will some day bear a race beyond our most exalted and temerarious dreams, a...
It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.
I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. It had committed suicide.
Everyone seemed eager to talk at once, and the result was Babel.
All passion is madness.
Civilization is a race between disaster and education.
It is possible to believe that all the past is but the beginning of a beginning, and that all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. It is possible to believe that all the human mind ha...
Well, anyhow, the practical outcome of all these damn democratic ideas, is that men of our quality -- yes, damn it! we have a quality -- excuse themselves from the hard and thankless service they owe...