Men destroy each other during war, themselves during peacetime.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.

Thus do men throw on fate the issue of their own wild passions.

In two weeks the sheeplike masses of any country can be worked up by the newspapers into such a state of excited fury that men are prepared to put on uniforms and kill and be killed, for the sake of the sordid ends of a few interested parties.

They were four desperate men, made hard by life, cruel by nature, and driven to desperation by imprisonment.

If men had all they wished, they would be often ruined.

There are men who are possessed by an urge so strong to do some particular thing that they can't help themselves, they've got to do it. They're prepared to sacrifice everything to satisfy their yearning.

Nowadays most men lead lives of noisy desperation.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

War. What was it about the prospect of some bloody enterprises that reduced men to the level of animals?

When they face desperation... human beings become animals.

When the taste for physical gratifications among them has grown more rapidly than their education . . . the time will come when men are carried away and lose all self-restraint . . . . It is not necessary to do violence to such a people in order to strip them of the rights they enjoy; they themselves willingly loosen their hold. . . . they neglect their chief business which is to remain their own masters.

The passions of a revolution are apt to hurry even good men into excesses.