If the wicked flourish and the fittest survive, Nature must be the god of rascals.
While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal living conditions on this earth?
You see things and you say, 'Why?'. But I dream things and I say, 'Why not?'.
Men have to do some awfully mean things to keep up their respectability.
When we know what God is, we shall be gods ourselves.
The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it.