Histories in blazonry and poems in stone.

Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.

Great men have always had dogs.

It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.

In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of them, no toleration of them. An immense agony will have then ceased, but with it there will also have passed away the last smile of the world's youth.

Woman's fatal weakness is to desire sympathy and comprehension. --"Wanda