He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived.White Fang
Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.White Fang
He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness.White Fang
The sacredness of property he accepted as axiomatic.White Fang
The frost of the world had got into his blood and he was turning white and hard.White Fang
In advance was cessation of movement. By dying, he would avoid what was to come.White Fang
All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives men out from the sounding cities to forest and plain to kill things by chemically propelled leaden pellets, the bloodlust, the joy to kill...he knew them for what they were and did not shame to acknowledge them.White Fang
There were deeps in his nature which had never been sounded. A kind word, a caressing touch of the hand, on the part of Gray Beaver, might have sounded these deeps; but Gray Beaver did not caress, nor speak kind words. It was not his way.White Fang
His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.White Fang
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.White Fang
He was preeminently cunning, and could bide his time with a patience that was nothing less than primitive.White Fang
Yet permanent bliss is a dream and pain always hovers about.White Fang
There was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.White Fang
The life that was so swiftly expanding within him, urged him continually toward the wall of light. The life that was within him knew that it was the one way out, the way he was predestined to tread.White Fang
In dim ways he recognized in man the animal that had fought itself to primeval mastery and had dominated old Night to his will.White Fang