Every man has a wild beast within him.

Before the tribunal of nature, a man has no more right to life than a rattlesnake; he has no more right to liberty than any wild beast; his right to the pursuit of happiness is nothing but a license to maintain the struggle for existence, if he can find within himself the powers with which to do it.

Compatibility is weird. Love is confusing. Love is one wild beast.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

A man without ethics is a wild beast loosed upon this world.

Does not a man physically tremble under the mere look of a wild beast or fellow-man that is stronger than himself? Does not a woman redden all over when she feels her lover's eyes on her? How then should one doubt the mysterious power of one individual over another?

What a cage is to the wild beast, law is to the selfish man.

Courage without conscience is a wild beast.