The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.

Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.

Go strip off your clothes that are a nuisance in this mellow clime. Get in and wrestle with the sea; wing your heels with the skill and power that reside in you, hit the sea's breakers, master them, and ride upon their backs as a king should.

The great task demanded of man is reproduction. He is urged by passion to perform this task. Passion, working through the imagination, produces love. Passion is the impelling factor, imagination the disturbing factor; and the disturbance of passion by imagination produces love.

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

Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write.

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 his dreams.