Verily, the crafty ego, the
loveless one, that seeketh its advantage in the advantage of many--it is not the origin of the herd, but its ruin.
The selfishness of a mean and crafty man--the selfishness of an ambitious and silly woman the selfishness of a spiteful and
loveless child all tend one way, from bad to worse
Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the
loveless chasms of his life.
But waking, she was able to contemplate a perfectly
loveless marriage, as the thing one did actually in real life, for possibly the people who dream thus are those who do the most prosaic things.
He was shy of speaking of himself so I asked him no personal questions, but concluded that his upbringing must have been lonely, to account for his ignorance of affairs, and
loveless, else how could he have felt such a drawing to me?
The remembrance of her own
loveless marriage stung Magdalen to the quick.
I was convinced that the brute loved me; I had seen more evidences of affection in him than in any other Martian animal, man or beast, and I was sure that gratitude for the acts that had twice saved his life would more than outweigh his loyalty to the duty imposed upon him by cruel and
loveless masters.
In my case it was love--love of the divine Dejah Thoris; and the cause of the Thark's great and sudden love of life I could not fathom, for it is oftener that they seek death than life--these strange, cruel,
loveless, unhappy people.
Never had I had the heart to punish Woola during the long years that had passed since that first day upon Mars when the green jed of the Tharks had placed him on guard over me, and I had won his love and loyalty from the cruel and
loveless masters of his former life, yet I believe he would have submitted to any cruelty that I might have inflicted upon him, so wondrous was his affection for me.
But the momentary contact had aroused within Tario all the long-buried passions of his
loveless existence.
The mother snatched away by death, the boy left to solitude and the tyranny of an old and
loveless man.
She had worked like a great artist; for a time--indeed, for years--she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless,
loveless world in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better--a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.
