The acorn of ambition often grows into an oak from which men hang.

Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.

The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late

Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt.

We run to place and power over the dead bodies of those who fail and fall; ay, we win the food we eat from out the mouths of starving babes.

Adventurer: he that goes to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another.

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.