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

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

Out of this pack-persecution he learned two important things: how to take care of himself in a mass-fight against him; and how, on a single dog, to inflict the greatest amount of damage in the briefest space of time.

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.

His conclusion was that things were not always what they appeared to be. The cub's fear of the unknown was an inherited distrust, and it had now been strengthened by experience. Thenceforth, in the nature of things, he would possess an abiding distrust of appearances.