I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
JACK LONDONI would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
JACK LONDONThe function of man is to live, not to exist.
JACK LONDONI would rather be ashes than dust.
JACK LONDONYou look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.
JACK LONDONI write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
JACK LONDONGo strip off your clothes that are a nuisance in this mellow clime. Get in and wrestle with the sea; wing your heels with the skill and power that reside in you, hit the sea’s breakers, master them, and ride upon their backs as a king should.
JACK LONDONShow me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
JACK LONDONAs one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDONI’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.
JACK LONDONIt is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
JACK LONDONI would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
JACK LONDONI do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
JACK LONDONSocialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
JACK LONDONLife, in a sense, is living and surviving. And all that makes for living and surviving is good. He who follows the fact cannot go astray, while he who has no reverence for the fact wanders afar.
JACK LONDONShe was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.
JACK LONDONOne cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
JACK LONDON