THE thing I admire most is strength. The thing I most hate is Weakness, of each and every kind.
All the reassuring things in the world are in and of the strong deeds done in it. All the mischief and despair come from human Weakness.
I would better strongly murder my foe than forgive him Weakly for my seeming advantage. I would be happier in my mind as a careful charwoman than as a loose-jointed poet. I would rather have a farthing's value as a faithful concubine than no value as a slattern housewife.
Strength repays itself with strength—and with magnificence.
Truth is strength nearly always: and not always.
To cheat strongly in the life-game gets me more than does Weak easy honesty. By being a strong man Napoleon brought home the bacon. Being an honest one would have got him not one rasher of the bacon of his desire. The race is too ridden with 'temperament' to let truth be its prevailing force. But strength plows its scornful way through temperament like a steam-shovel. The bacon Napoleon brought home he took from other people, causing them misery. They were Weak and let him take
