In a saturated population life is always cheap.

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.

...men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost.

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.

Strength is an empty shell.

A man with a club [bat] is a law-maker, a man to be obeyed, but not necessarily conciliated.

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?