Why, if there is anything in supply and demand, life is the cheapest thing in the world.
These women, capable of the most sublime emotions, of the tenderest sympathies, were openmouthed and screaming. They wanted to live, they were helpless, likes rats in a trap, and they screamed.
The loneliness of the man is slowly being borne in upon me. There is not a man aboard but hates or fears him, nor is there a man whom he does not despise.
My mistake was in ever opening the books.
My first thought was that a man who had come through a collision and rubbed shoulders with death merited more attention than I received.
Life? Bah! It has no value. Of cheap things it is the cheapest.
Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course overestimated, since it is of necessity prejudiced in its own favor.
Do you know the only value life has is what life puts on itself?