Food and fire, protection and companionship, were some of the things he received from the god. In return, he guarded the god's property, defended his body, worked for him, and obeyed him.

Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.

As for me, you wonder why I am a socialist. I'll tell you. It is because socialism is inevitable; because the present rotten and irrational system cannot endure; because the day is past for your man on horseback. The slaves won't stand for it. They are too many, and willy-nilly they'll drag down the would-be equestrian before he gets astride. You can't get away from them, and you'll have to swallow the whole slave-morality. It's not a nice mess, I'll allow. But it's been a-brewing and swallow it you must.

Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.

I would rather be ashes than dust.

The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.