Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.

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.

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.

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.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.