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.

The law of England is much more severe upon offences against property than against the person, as becomes a people whose ruling passion is money.

We were like confirmed opium-eaters: in our moments of reason we well knew the deadly nature of our pursuit, but we certainly were not prepared to abandon its terrible delights.

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.

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.

Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours.