The marriage tie becomes possessed of a history and takes to itself traditions. This history and these traditions form a great fund, to which changing conditions and growing imagination constantly add. And the traditions, more especially, bear heavily upon the individual, overmastering his natural expression of the love instinct and forcing him to an artificial expression of that love instinct. He loves, not as his savage forbears loved, but as his group loves.
Jack LondonHe 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.
Jack LondonI love the flesh. I'm a pagan. "Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!"
Jack London