“A man with a club is a law-maker.”

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.

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.

Men may make laws to hinder and fetter the ballot, but men cannot make laws that will bind or retard the growth of manhood.

The grandest of all laws is the law of progressive development. Under it, in the wide sweep of things, men grow wiser as they grow older, and societies better.

The denial of an objective moral law, based on the compulsion to deny the existence of God, results ultimately in the denial of evil itself.

Once the light of our awareness is cast on any darkness, then it cannot hide and it cannot remain. Such is the law of consciousness.

History is a grim reminder of what happens to those who think they have no law but themselves.

Whenever you try to break God’s moral law, you end up breaking yourself and hurting others – all while proving His law in the process.

I was reminded of the Four Immutable Laws of the Spirit: Whoever is present are the right people. Whenever it begins is the right time. Whatever happens is the only thing that could have happened. And when it’s over, it’s over.

Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.