If I was wealthy I'd never do anything but poke around in ruined cities all over the world - and probably get snake-bit.

Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.

The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!

Barbarianism is the natural state of mankind. Civilization is unnatural. It is the whim of circumstance. And barbarianism must ultimately triumph

Break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.

The only safe enemy was a headless enemy.

For man's only weapon is courage that flinches not from the gates of Hell itself, and against such not even the legions of Hell can stand.

But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood.

What is death but a traversing of eternities and a crossing of cosmic oceans?

Man can be that which he wishes to be; form and substance, they are but shadows. The mind, the ego, the essence of the god-dream -- that is real, that is immortal.

I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

Our nemesis is time, against which we have a single ally, memory, and even it betrays us.

With wine ideas flow, without ideas wine flows.

Swimming and all other sports have got to get to that place where you have the trust of the people watching it.

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There is a lack of context in contemporary education. And contemporary consideration - because we live in those interiorities so much. Especially young kids who live by surfing the Web.

I never got married anyway, because I wasn't particularly keen on accepting the responsibility of another person.

The whole system has been long since swept away, and its records merely remain as illustrations of perverted ingenuity.

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer

Success, like happiness, is the unexpected side effect of one's personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself.