One learns more from a good scholar in a rage than from a score of lucid and laborious drudges.

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!

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, they arrive at their conclusions, largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none; but sometimes in a smoking room, one learns why things were done.

If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.