“Matched with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.”

“It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Match'd with an agèd wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.”

“My wife and I aren’t a match. We’re a match and gasoline.”

“I worship impersonal Nature, which is neither "good" or "bad", and who knows neither love nor hatred. I worship Life; the Sun, Sustainer of life. I believe in the Law of everlasting struggle, which is the law of life, and in the duty of the best specimens of our race — the natural élite of mankind — to rule the earth, and evolve out of themselves a caste of supermen, a people 'like unto the Gods'.”

“I don't feel that we were savages. We were in a savage land that made us hard, but we were not savages. Savages today are different, different in all ways. Their savagery is done in technical ways, so they are not called savages anymore. I don't know what savage means, really. There are good and bad in every race. There are traditional values that are good and bad. That goes for everybody.”

“Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.”