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

To be able to forget means sanity.

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

Our ape-like and arboreal ancestors entered upon the first of many short cuts. To crack a marrow-bone with a rock was the act which fathered the tool, and between the cracking of a marrow-bone and the riding down town in an automobile lies only a difference of degree.

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

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.