You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!