Mistrust all men, and slay him whom thou mistrustest overmuch; and as for women, flee from them, for they are evil, and in the end will destroy thee.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.

Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.

Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt.

The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.

It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.