I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world

...and spend my days surrounded by wise books, - bright windows in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men.

It is when suffering finds a voice andsets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

I never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out ofexistence by evolution sooner or later. Did you? And pain gets needless.

The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the painin the world had found a voice

It's chance, I tell you, ' he interrupted, ' as everything is in a man's life.

one of those pertinacious tempers that would warm every day to a white heat and never again cool to forgiveness.

Hunger and a lack of blood-corpuscles take all the manhood from a man.

But, as I say, I was toofull of excitement and (a true saying, though those who have neverknown danger may doubt it) too desperate to die.

And the great difference between man and monkey is in the larynx.

A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.

No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for his brother. Not for millions, not for glory, not for fame. For one person, in the dark where no one will ever know or see.

It's good to have a reminder that we can love ourselves and be beautiful even though we don't really fit into certain standards of what beauty may be.

Beneficence is always free, it cannot be extorted by force.

Sometimes a decision has to be made by a single individual, who has the authority to enforce it. That's why you need a captain. You can't run a ship by a committee-at least not all the time.

I was haunted by a bear attack that happened in Algonquin Park in 1991. The problem was that I dont believe in ghosts, so that ruled out an exorcism. My other choice was to start writing.

We can't do much about the length of our lives, but we can do plenty about it's width and depth.

At bottom God is nothing more than an exalted father.

I listen to a lot of twerk anthems.

As long as we insist on relating to it strictly on our own terms-as strange to us or subject to us-the wilderness is alien, threatening, fearful.