You 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 LONDONHe 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
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There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
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Affluence means influence.
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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
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Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.
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I would rather be ashes than dust.
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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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Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
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