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.

The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.

Charity in various guises is an intruder the poor see often; but courtesy and delicacy are visitants with which they are seldom honored.

I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman.

Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.

Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.

Friendship is usually treated...as a tough...thing which will survive all manner of bad treatment. But this is an exceedingly great and foolish error; it may die in an hour of a single unwise word.