“To be able to forget means sanity.”

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

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.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

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.

Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.

The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.

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

Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.

The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

I always wished that I could find someone as beautiful as you, but in the process, I forgot that I was special too.

We often get caught up in our own reactions and forget the vulnerability of the person in front of us.

over time, offering loving kindness to all beings everywhere, including ourselves, unites us to one another so that we know that we can not go forward forgetting those left behind.

I’ve forgotten most of what I’ve read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.

Good works, because they must be forgotten instantly, can never become part of the world; they come and go,leaving no trace. They truly are not of this world.