He became quicker of movement than the other dogs, swifter of foot, craftier, deadlier, more lithe, more lean with ironlike muscle and sinew, more enduring, more cruel more ferocious, and more intelligent. He had to become all these things, else he would not have held his own nor survived the hostile environment in which he found himself.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.

Age is never so old as youth would measure it.

The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smoulders in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive. I am filled with dreams and mysteries. I am all sun and air and sparkle. I am vitalized, organic.

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.