The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. The law was: EAT OR BE EATEN. He did not formulate the law in clear, set terms and moralize about it. He did not even think the law; he merely lived the law without thinking about it at all.

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.

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

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

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

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.

Affluence means influence.