Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.

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

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

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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 lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.

Pray do not interrupt me," he wrote. "I am smiling.

I am a hopeless materialist. I see the soul as nothing else than the sim of activities of the organism plus personal habits - plus inherited habits, memories, experiences, of the organism. 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.