“It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.”

I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.

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.

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.

King Crimson is never easy; it’s challenging. That’s why I like it.

It is easier to begin well than to finish well.

We have confused the free with the free and easy.

No easy baskets.

Nothing is so easy as to deceive oneself; for what we wish, we readily believe.

And when school doesn’t offer the same, it’s easy to tune out.

A woman finds it much easier to do ill than well.

Nothing is so easy as to deceive one’s self; for what we wish, that we readily believe; but such expectations are often inconsistent with the real state of things.