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„Ich würde lieber ein wildes Lied singen und mein Herz damit platzen lassen, als tausend Jahre lang meine Verdauung zu beobachten und Angst vor der Nässe zu haben.“

„Mein Fehler war, immer die Bücher zu öffnen.“

„Die Wildnis verweilte immer noch in ihm und der Wolf in ihm schlief nur.“

„Es war der schlimmste Schmerz, den er je gekannt hatte.“

„Ein Knochen für den Hund ist keine Wohltätigkeit. Nächstenliebe ist der Knochen, der mit dem Hund geteilt wird, wenn Sie genauso hungrig sind wie der Hund.“

„Ich wäre lieber ein Meteor, jedes meiner Atome schön leuchten zu lassen, anstatt einen schläfrigen und dauerhaften Planeten.“

„Schaffe dir keine Körperlichkeit und lade dir Inspiration ein. Danach mache es hell und lade dir Gesellschaft ein.“

„Wenn es dir möglich ist, einer einzigen im Dunkel irrenden Seele ein Licht zu entzünden, einem Betrübten die sonnige Seite des Lebens zu zeigen, einem andern die höhere und edlere Lebensanschauung zu geben, einem Mitmenschen zu helfen, daß er ein besserer Mensch werde, einem Mühsamen und Beladenen die Lasten zu erleichtern, mit auch nur einem kleinen Funken der Liebe die Welt zu bereichern, dann hast du nicht vergebens gelebt.“

„Dunkler Tannenwald dräute finster zu beiden Seiten des Wasserlaufs. Der Wind hatte kürzlich die weiße Schneedecke von den Bäumen gestreift, sodass sie aussahen, als drängten sie sich unheimlich finster in dem schwindenden Tageslicht aneinander. Tiefes Schweigen lag über dem Lande, das eine Wildnis war, ohne Leben, ohne Bewegung, so einsam, so kalt, dass die Stimmung darin nicht einmal traurig zu sein schien. Vielmehr lag ein Lachen darüber, ein Lachen schrecklicher als jede Traurigkeit, freudlos wie das Lächeln der Sphinx, kalt wie der Frost und grimmig wie die Notwendigkeit. Die unerbittliche, unerforschliche Weisheit des Lebens und seiner Anstrengungen. Es war die echte Wildnis, die ungezähmte, kaltherzige Wildnis des Nordens“

“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.”

“The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.”

“The function of man is to live, not to exist.”

“My mistake was in ever opening the books.”

“They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.”

“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 and helpless progeny.”

“So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.”

“He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living.”

“more you drink
more you want”

“You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly”

“It was the worst hurt he had ever known.”

“I was jealous; therefore I loved.”

“I am. I was. I am not. I never am.”

“Judge them by their works. What have they done for mankind beyond the spinning of airy fancies and the mistaking of their own shadows for gods?”

“Life? Bah! It has no value. Of cheap things it is the cheapest.”

“The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances.”

“Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course overestimated, for it is of necessity prejudiced in its own favour. Take that man I had aloft. He held on as if he were a precious thing, a treasure beyond diamonds of rubies. To you? No. To me? Not at all. To himself? Yes. But I do not accept his estimate. He sadly overrates himself. There is plenty more life demanding to be born. Had he fallen and dripped his brains upon the deck like honey from the comb, there would have been no loss to the world. The supply is too large.”

“Against the wall, near the head of the bunk, was a rack filled with books. I glanced over them, noting with astonishment such names as Shakespeare, Tennyson, Poe, and De Quincey. There were scientific works too, among which were represented men such as Tyndall, Proctor, and Darwin.”

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

“Age is never so old as youth would measure it.”

“Hist, now, between you an' meself and the stanchion there, this Wolf Larsen is a regular devil, an' the Ghost'll be a hell ship like she's always been since he had hold iv her.”

“Such is my outlook. I look forward to a time when man shall progress upon something worthier and higher than his stomach, when there will be a finer incentive to impel men to action than the incentive of to-day, which is the incentive of the stomach. I retain my belief in the nobility and excellence of the human. I believe that spiritual sweetness and unselfishness will conquer the gross gluttony of to-day. And last of all, my faith is in the working-class. As some Frenchman has said, "The stairway of time is ever echoing with the wooden shoe going up, the polished boot descending."”

“I was five years old the first time I got drunk.”

“It was patent that this terrible man was no ignorant clod, such as one would inevitably suppose him to be from his exhibitions of brutality. At once he became an enigma.”

“There are things greater than our wisdom, beyond our justice. The right and wrong of this we cannot say, and it is not for us to judge.”

“But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.”

“My first thought was that a man who had come through a collision and rubbed shoulders with death merited more attention than I received.”

“…men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost.”

“Then one can't make a living out of poetry?"
"Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.”