Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
JACK LONDONBut I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind
More Jack London Quotes
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
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His conclusion was that things were not always what they appeared to be. The cub’s fear of the unknown was an inherited distrust, and it had now been strengthened by experience. Thenceforth, in the nature of things, he would possess an abiding distrust of appearances.
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In a saturated population life is always cheap.
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Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Go 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.
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The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapointments.
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I’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.
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He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.
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He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.
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