My dear fellow, what business is it of ours if the universal laws of nature are illustrated upon this unpleasant object?
We all live on each other.

The wolves and the crows have the last word.

Tant mieux for the wolves and the crows! Come, let us carry him to that tree." The moon was just rising over the line of the horizon.

All around them the steppe lay in grim and lifeless silence.

In such a scene, where life seemed rare and precious, death gained in its power of inspiring fear.
It is different in crowded cities, where an excess of human life seems to vouch for the continuity of the race, where, in a teeming population, one life more or less seems of little value.