“He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.”

Affluence means influence.

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.

Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.

In a saturated population life is always cheap.

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.

But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind

A man with a club is a law-maker.

Not all the monsters have fangs.

Our country’s national crime is lynching. It is not the creature of an hour, the sudden outburst of uncontrolled fury, or the unspeakable brutality of an insane mob.

The storm hit with all the fury of a woman who’d been dieting for six months, only to discover she’d gained four pounds.

Our greatest furies spring from events which violate our sense of the ground of our existence.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.

What you hear in my voice is fury, not suffering. Anger, not moral authority.

Fury spends itself pretty quickly when there’s no fury facing it.