The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.
If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.
We fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of fear and pain.
Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.
It is the mark of a good action that it appears inevitable in retrospect.
We consume the carcasses of creatures of like appetites, passions and organs with our own, and fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of pain and fear.