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

How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?

Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world.

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.

A sharp spear needs no polish.

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

Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.