The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.

Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world.

You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly

You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.

The Stone the Builders Rejected.

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.

White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.