The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

And not only did he learn by experience, but instincts long dead became alive again. The domesticated generations fell from him. In vague ways he remembered back to the youth of the breed, to the time the wild dogs ranged in packs through the primeval forest and killed their meat as they ran it down.

The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.

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

Our ape-like and arboreal ancestors entered upon the first of many short cuts. To crack a marrow-bone with a rock was the act which fathered the tool, and between the cracking of a marrow-bone and the riding down town in an automobile lies only a difference of degree.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

I am first of all a white man, and only then a socialist.