We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness

The mind of man is capable of anything.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.