Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.

There's only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the disappoint­ment s.

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.

The great task demanded of man is reproduction. He is urged by passion to perform this task. Passion, working through the imagination, produces love. Passion is the impelling factor, imagination the disturbing factor; and the disturbance of passion by imagination produces love.

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.

He was not immoral, but merely unmoral.