I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me..

Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horrible -- if you care to see in print things you write. (In this connection don't ….

The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization..

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life..

But under it all they were men, penetrating the land of desolation and mockery and silence, puny adventurers bent on colossal adventure, pitting them….

Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world..

Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts, a myriad selves, a contin….

But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs ….

I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you." Capt. Wolf Larsen.

Stupid women, and all are stupid, think the first winning of the man the final victory. Then they settle down and grow fat, and stale, and dead, and ….

The fortunate man is the one who cannot take more than a couple of drinks without becoming intoxicated. The unfortunate wight is the one who can take….

Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen..

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read..

But nobody else ever romped with White Fang. He did not permit it. He stood on his dignity, and when they attempted it, his warning snarl and bristli….

And not only did he learn by experience, but instincts long dead became alive again. The domesticated generations fell from him. In vague ways he rem….

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt..

The loneliness of the man is slowly being borne in upon me. There is not a man aboard but hates or fears him, nor is there a man whom he does not des….

You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.

I would rather be ashes than dust..

Somehow, the love of the islands, like the love of a woman, just happens. One cannot determine in advance to love a particular woman, nor can one so ….

As for me, you wonder why I am a socialist. I'll tell you. It is because socialism is inevitable; because the present rotten and irrational system ca….