Mated with a squalid savage - what to me were sun or clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time -

There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.

Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine -

The real test of a man is not how well he plays the role he has invented for himself, but how well he plays the role that destiny assigned to him.

My way hither was the way of destiny; for I am he of whose genius you are the symbol: part brute, part woman, and part God- nothing of man in me at all. Have I…

I have been called upon to change the face of the world.