Youth without faith is a day without sun.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
Take hope from the heart of man, and you make him a beast of prey.
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.
There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.