Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.

The man, with his brain, can pierce the intoxicating mirage of things and contemplate a frozen universe in the most perfect indifference to him and his dreams.

Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.

You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.

The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.