Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.

Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.

Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.

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

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.

That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt.