Better a live dog than a dead lion.

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.

Even for the very clever it can be like breaking bones to stand back from something that’s been in front of you all your life.

t was once famously said that it is as well that wars are so ruinously expensive, else we would never stop fighting them. However well said, it seems also to be endlessly forgotten that, while there may be just wars and unjust wars, there are never any cheap wars.

...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.

Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it as it is to its victims—the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.

...his soul (was) ringing like a well-struck bell. But it was a bell that rang with more than joy and adoration — there was the sound there too of anger and resentment. She would not look at him because she did not want to be in his presence. She hated him and he (how could he not?) hated her in return.

Get on your feet or die.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.