He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.

Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world.

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

There's only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the disappoint­ment s.

Denied the outlet, through play, of his energies, he recoiled upon himself and developed his mental processes. He became cunning; he had idle time in which to devote himself to thoughts of trickery.

I was jealous; therefore I loved.