Life, 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 LONDONPursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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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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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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She 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.
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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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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.
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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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No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.
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The function of man is to live, not to exist.
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Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
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A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
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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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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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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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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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I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.
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