But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, we will work for ourself and a woman, forever and ever, Amen.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

Most amusements only mean trying to win another person's money.

I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race... and the hearts of the meanest were humbled.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

A people always ends by resembling its shadow.