“Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.”

Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.

A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.

There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapoint­ments.

Age is never so old as youth would measure it.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

I would rather be ashes than dust.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.

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.

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

Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.

Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

Making an effort is in your hands. Giving 100% is in your hands.

Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don’t have that problem.

Whatever it is, go back and do it again.

My mother encouraged me to be artistic. It was written in a contract at an early age that I would be an artist.

You deserve the best, the very best, because you are one of the few people in this lousy world who are honest to themselves, and that is the only thing that really counts.

If everything was perfect you would never learn and you would never grow.

Never let the things you can’t do, stop you from doing what you can.

We get strength and encouragement from watching children.