Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.

They were firemakers! They were gods! [humans]

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

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.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.

Had the cub thought in man-fashion, he might have epitomized life as a voracious appetite, and the world as a place wherein ranged a multitude of appetites, pursuing and being pursued, hunting and being hunted, eating and being eaten, all in blindness and confusion, with violence and disorder, a chaos of gluttony and slaughter, ruled over by chance, merciless, planless, endless.