Only against death does man cry out in vain..

God, how pointless and empty the world is! Days filled with cheap and tarnished moments succeed each other, restless and haunted nights follow in bit….

How alike are the groans of love to those of the dying..

The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the cre….

No, my secrets are of the grave and must be kept. And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordin….

Never think that by releasing me you will be free. You would only condemn us to an ultimate hell on earth. You would only free something else to dest….

I like prefaces. I read them. Sometimes I do not read any further..

Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third..

Fear ringed by doubt is my eternal moon..

To say nothing of what you lose, lose, lose, are losing, man. You fool, you stupid fool ... You've even been insulated from the responsibility of gen….

The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph ….

Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the one normal writer left on earth and it is this that adds to his isolation and so to his sense of guilt..

There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e's,….

How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?.

Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end..

What I have absolutely no sympathy with is the legislator, the man who seeks, for his own profit, to exploit the weaknesses of those who are unable t….

In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excr….

The Consul felt a pang. Ah, to have a horse, and gallop away, singing, to someone you loved perhaps, into the heart of all the simplicity and peace i….

What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse?.

Adiós," she added in Spanish, "I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours." "Thank you." "Sank you."….

For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts..