I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.

The worst of all diseases is a nervous ability.

The worst of all diseases is a nervous ability.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just read more

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.

Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.

Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.

Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.

When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, read more

When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, read more

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.