Petty laws breed great crimes.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong.
It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle.
Opposition to a man in love is like oil to fire.
In its permission to man to render subject to him all other living creatures of the earth, it continued the cruelty of the barbarian and the pagan, and endowed these with what appeared a divine authority.