I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.

I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.

Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.

Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.

Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.

Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the read more

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the business.

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from read more

When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from the play Jake's Women.

The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and read more

The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and other factors after the clubbing of Nathaniel Jones
by 2 Cincinnati policemen).

The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came read more

The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came back. One by one the men hooked up the hogs and slit their throats. There was a line of hogs with squeals and lifeblood ebbing away.. until at last each vanished into a huge vat of boiling water (some still alive). The hogs were so innocent. They came so very trustingly. They were so very human in their protests. They had done nothing to deserve it.
in the book THE JUNGLE.