The time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in a manner of virtue

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.

If you write one story, it may be bad; if you write a hundred, you have the odds in your favor.

It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.

This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance. At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.

A warrior may change his metal, but not his heart.