She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.

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.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

...in his gambling, he had one besetting weakness -- faith in a system; and this made his damnation certain.

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

Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.

Go strip off your clothes that are a nuisance in this mellow clime. Get in and wrestle with the sea; wing your heels with the skill and power that reside in you, hit the sea's breakers, master them, and ride upon their backs as a king should.