A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.

We got together in a few days a company of the toughest old salts imaginable--not pretty to look at, but fellows, by their faces, of the most indomitable spirit.

O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

To know what you like is the beginning of wisdom and of old age. Youth is wholly experimental. The essence and charm of that unquiet and delightful epoch is ignorance of self as well as ignorance of life.

Going for character: why not now, and where you stand?

We fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of fear and pain.