The myriads that raise the cry of hunger wail in the greatest empire in the world.
Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters.
Luchamos mejor, morimos mejor y vivimos mejor por aquello que amamos.
Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.
Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light.
I was in touch with great souls who exalted flesh and spirit over dollars and cents, and to whom the thin wail of the starved slum child meant more than all the pomp and circumstance of commercial expansion and world empire.
Such verdicts are crimes against truth. The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
Man no longer follows instinct with the old natural fidelity. He has developed into a reasoning creature, and can intellectually cling to life or discard life just as life happens to promise great pleasure or pain.
Man always gets less than he demands from life; and so little do they demand, that the less than little they get cannot save them.
Also, as I looked at the mite of a youth with the heart of a lion, I thought, this is the type that on occasion rears barricades and shows the world that men have not forgotten how to die.
And yet the quality of the life is good. All human potentialities are in it. Given proper conditions, it could live through the centuries, and great men, heroes and masters, spring from it and make the world better by having lived.
Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom’s chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.
Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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.
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.