Why this cult of wilderness?... because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.

Any hack can safely rail away at foreign powers beyond the sea; but a good writer is a critic of the society he lives in.

It is not an easy thing to inflate a dog.

Without courage, all other virtues are useless.

As between the skulking and furtive poacher, who hunts for the sake of meat, and the honest gentleman shooter, who kills for the pleasure of sport, I find the former a higher type of humanity.

As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.

All men are brothers, we like to say, half-wishing sometimes in secret it were not true. But perhaps it is true. And is the evolutionary line from protozoan to Spinoza any less certain? That also may be true. We are obliged, therefore, to spread the news, painful and bitter though it may be for some to hear, that all living things on earth are kindred.