Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.

Pray do not interrupt me," he wrote. "I am smiling.

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?

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.

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

Men do not knowingly drink for the effect alcohol produces on the body. What they drink for is the brain-effect; and if it must come through the body, so much the worse for the body.