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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“

“These women, capable of the most sublime emotions, of the tenderest sympathies, were openmouthed and screaming. They wanted to live, they were helpless, likes rats in a trap, and they screamed.”

“There are, broadly speaking, two types of drinkers. There is the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten numbly by numb maggots; who walks generously with wide-spread, tentative legs, falls frequently in the gutter, and who sees, in the extremity of his ecstasy, blue mice and pink elephants…. The other type of drinker has imagination, vision. Even when most pleasantly jingled he walks straight and naturally, never staggers nor falls, and knows just where he is and what he is doing. It is not his body but his brain that is drunken.”

“And through it all, calm and impassive, leaning on his elbow and gazing down, Wolf Larsen seemed lost in a great curiosity. This wild stirring of yeasty life, this terrific revolt and defiance of matter that moved, perplexed and interested him.”

“"I only remember one part of the service," he said, "and that is 'And the body shall be cast into the sea.'”

“"The cap'n is Wolf Larsen, or so men call him. I never heard his other name. But you better speak soft with him. He is mad this morning. The mate-" But he did not finish. The cook had glided in.”

“Men do not knowingly drink for the effect alcohol produces on the body. What they drink for is the brain-effect; and if it must come through the body, so much the worse for the body.”

“Life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do.”

“The loneliness of the man is slowly being borne in upon me. There is not a man aboard but hates or fears him, nor is there a man whom he does not despise.”

“Wolf - tis what he is. He's not blackhearted like some men. 'Tis no heart he has at all. Wolf. just Wolf, tis what he is. D'ye wonder he's well named?”

“"My vision is clear and far. I could almost believe in God. But" - and his voice changed and the light went out of his face - "what is this condition in which I find myself? This joy of living? This exultation of life? This inspiration, I may well call it? It comes when there is nothing wrong with one's digestion, when the stomach is in trim and and his appetite has an edge, and all goes well."”

“Concerning his own rages, I am convinced that they are not real, that they are sometimes experiments, but that in the main they are the habits of a pose or attitude he has seen fit to take toward his fellowman.”

“He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.”

“Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write.”

“Much of this he strove to express to Ruth, and shocked her and made it clear that more remodelling was necessary. Hers was that common insularity of mind that makes human creatures believe that their color, creed, and politics are best and right and that other human creatures scattered over the world are less fortunately placed than they. It was the same insularity of mind that made the ancient Jew thank God he was not born a woman, and sent the modern missionary god-substituting to the ends of the earth; and it made Ruth desire to shape this man from other crannies of life into the likeness of the men who lived in her particular cranny of life.”

“I love the flesh. I'm a pagan. “Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!””

“The great driving force of the oligarchs is the belief that they are doing right.”