The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
Pray do not interrupt me, he wrote. I am smiling.
In a flash Buck knew it. The time had come. It was to the death.
He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.
He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial.
He became quicker of movement than the other dogs, swifter of foot, craftier, deadlier, more lithe, more lean with ironlike muscle and sinew, more enduring, more cruel more ferocious, and more intelli...
Every book was a peep-hole into the realm of knowledge. His hunger fed upon what he read, and increased.
But nobody else ever romped with White Fang. He did not permit it. He stood on his dignity, and when they attempted it, his warning snarl and bristling mane were anything but playful. That he allowed...
But it did not all happen in a day, this giving over of himself, body and soul, to the man-animals. He could not immediately forego his wild heritage and his memories of the Wild. There were days when...
All my reading and studying of them has taught me that law is one thing and right is another thing. Ask any lawyer. You go to Sunday-school to learn what
It should serve as a warning to those rash political theorists of to-day who speak with certitude of social processes. Capitalism
Hurts you. It is an everlasting pain in you, a wound that does not heal, a knife of flame.
You are metaphysicians. You can prove anything by metaphysics; and having done so, every metaphysician can prove every other metaphysician wrong—to his own satisfaction. You are anarchists in the real...
There was nothing the matter with them except they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was th...
The toil of the traces seemed the supreme expression of their being, and all that they lived for and the only thing in which they took delight.
Primitive communism, chattel slavery, serf slavery, and wage slavery were necessary stepping-stones in the evolution of society.
Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born a...
It was what should have been a bright summer day, but the smokefrom the burning world filled the sky, through which the sun shonemurkily, a dull and lifeless orb, blood-red and ominous.
It was an old song, old as the breed itself - one of the first songs of the younger world in a day when songs were sad. It was invested with the woe of unnumbered generations, this plaint by which Buc...
It is life that is the reality and the mystery. Life is vastly different from mere chemic matter fluxing in high modes of motion. Life persists. Life is the thread of fire that persists through all th...