I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
JACK LONDONLove 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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But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind
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Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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A man with a club is a law-maker.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
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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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It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
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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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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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One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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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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Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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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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