One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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.
More Jack London Quotes
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
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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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Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.
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Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
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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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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
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And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
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You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.
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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
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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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