The Sea Never Changes And

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.

When One Has Got To Make Correct Entries, One Comes To Hate Those Savages--hate Them To The Death.

How Does One Kill Fear, I Wonder? How Do You Shoot A Specter Through The Heart, Slash Off Its Spectral Head, Take It By Its Spectral Throat?

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 Was Constantly Watching Myself, My Secret Self, As Dependent On My Actions As My Own Personality