The dark circle became a dot on the moon-flooded snow as Spitz disappeared from view. - Jack London

"He who steals my purse steals my right to live," was the reply, "old saws to the contrary. For he steals my bread and meat and bed, and in doing so imperils my life."

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

There is a patience of the wild — dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself — that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food;