Some sorts of truth are truer than others.

A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.

I would rather be ashes than dust.

Thus it was that in obedience to the law laid down by his mother, and in obedience to the law of that unknown and nameless thing, fear, he kept away from the mouth of the cave.

A man with a club [bat] is a law-maker, a man to be obeyed, but not necessarily conciliated.

You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.

The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.