When we take our advantage unrelentingly, then we make war. - Robert Louis Stevenson

Sometimes the isle was thick with savages, with whom we fought, sometimes full of dangerous animals that hunted us, but in all my fancies nothing occurred to me so strange as our actual adventures.

I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment.

The world was not made for us; it was made for ten hundred millions of men, all different from each other and from us; there's no royal road there, we just have to sclamber and tumble.