The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
JACK LONDONI write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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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.
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Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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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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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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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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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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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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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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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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I would rather be ashes than dust.
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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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