| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3159abd | Nations appeared, and all the phobias that make up nationalism. | Olaf Stapledon | ||
| 861038f | I have touched filth. | Olaf Stapledon | ||
| e1e1a7e | Behold the sons of men. | Olaf Stapledon | ||
| e4bbcd1 | Chapter IV: Paul comes of age | Olaf Stapledon | ||
| 1453f25 | Without Satan, with God only, how poor a universe, how trite a music! | Olaf Stapledon | ||
| 8004412 | Discontent goaded the spirit into fresh creation. | Olaf Stapledon | ||
| 4ca00da | Sunsets in pictures are so tiresome, but only boors and half-wits are not stirred by real sunsets. | Olaf Stapledon |