It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor.
Fashions, after all, are only induced epidemics.
You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub.
Get married, but never to a man who is home all day.
Our political experiment of democracy, the last refuge of cheap misgovernment.
There is in man a specific lust for cruelty which infects even his passion of pity and makes it savage.