I Would Rather Be Ashes Than Dust.

The Wild Still Lingered In Him And The Wolf In Him Merely Slept.

In A Saturated Population Life Is Always Cheap.

Cruelty, As A Fine Art, Has Attained Its Perfect Flower In The Trained-animal World.

Love, Genuine Passionate Love, Was His For The First Time.

The Aim Of Life Was Meat. Life Itself Was Meat. Life Lived On Life. There Were The Eaters And The Eaten.