Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others..

She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodg….

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well..

The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten..

He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equi….

They were firemakers! They were gods! [humans].

You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how hap….

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time..

Not all the monsters have fangs..

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class..

. . . and God knows we are sensitive to the suffering that has sometimes broken loose to come billowing forth from your appendages like the pungent v….

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work..

The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly..

I am first of all a white man, and only then a socialist..

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories..

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the ….

He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphan….

My life shall be free and broad and great, and I will not be the slave to the sense delights which chained my ancient ancestry. I reject the heritage….

The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. The law was: EAT OR BE EATEN. He did not for….

It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, froz….

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed..