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

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

I am a hopeless materialist. I see the soul as nothing else than the sim of activities of the organism plus personal habits - plus inherited habits, memories, experiences, of the organism. I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.

Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.

A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.

Food and fire, protection and companionship, were some of the things he received from the god. In return, he guarded the god's property, defended his body, worked for him, and obeyed him.

I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you." Capt. Wolf Larsen