Unfitness for war is unfitness for existence.

Nothing so lowers a lover in a virile maiden's estimation, than for him to be 'whipped' in a personal encounter with a rival.

Why should a man deliberately encircle his mind with needless prison walls. No man can reach highest excellence who puts limits to his own thought.

Women of vanquished races are usually very prone to wed with the men who have slaughtered their kindred in battle.

This world is too peaceful, too acquiescent, too tame. It is a circumcised world. Nay! - a castrated world! It must be made fiercer, before it can become grander and better and - more natural.

Unfitness for war is unfitness for existence.

Good or bad I propose to be something great!