Life is ours to be spent, not to
be saved.

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

What we want is some sort of communism not based on wages, nor profits, nor any sort of buying and selling but on a religion of life.