What sorts of sin?"

Any sort. When other people commit them, you are startled, but when you commit them yourself, they seem absolutely natural.

How much does one imagine, how much observe? One can no more separate those functions than divide light from air, or wetness from water.

Only man is not content to leave things as they are but must always be changing them, and when he has done so, is seldom satisfied with the result.

Africa is a cruel country; it takes your heart and grinds it into powdered stone-and no one minds.

The best men of the best epochs are simply those who make the fewest blunders and commit the fewest sins.

Sure I got sins. Ever'body got sins. A sin is somepin you ain't sure about. Them people that's sure about ever'thing an' ain't got no sin-- well, with that kind a son-of-a-bitch, if I was God I'd kick their ass right outa heaven! I couldn' stand 'em!