Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a last….

Strength is an empty shell..

On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over, - a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor strug….

Man is man because he chanced to develop intelligence instead of instinct; otherwise he would to this day have remained among the anthropoid apes. He….

There are, broadly speaking, two types of drinkers. There is the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten numbly by numb ma….

Life creeps slowly upward.... When some forgotten inventor of the older world smote his rival or enemy with a branch of wood and found that it was go….

Denied the outlet, through play, of his energies, he recoiled upon himself and developed his mental processes. He became cunning; he had idle time in….

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time..

Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles..

The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the signif….

Bog-lights, vapors of mysticism, psychic overtones, soul orgies, wailings among the shadows, weird gnosticisms, veils and tissues of words, gibbering….

I was jealous; therefore I loved..

The life that is demanding to be born is limitless. Nature is a spendthrift. Look at the fish and their millions of eggs. For that matter, look at yo….

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings..

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot..

I love the flesh. I'm a pagan. "Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!".

Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course overestimated, for it is of necessity prejudiced in its own fa….

The function of man is to live, not to exist..

The man, with his brain, can pierce the intoxicating mirage of things and contemplate a frozen universe in the most perfect indifference to him and h….

Had the cub thought in man-fashion, he might have epitomized life as a voracious appetite, and the world as a place wherein ranged a multitude of app….

In a saturated population life is always cheap..