The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.

One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren't.

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.

A fool has more ideas than a wise man can foresee.

For a moment I had a view of a world that seemed to wear a vast and dismal aspect of disorder, while, in truth, thanks to our unwearied efforts, it is as sunny an arrangement of small conveniences as the mind of man can conceive.