Life, in a sense, is living and surviving. And all that makes for living and surviving is good. He who follows the fact cannot go astray, while he who has no reverence for the fact wanders afar.

His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.

The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.

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.

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

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

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.