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The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.

Jack London

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 LONDON

Goodness Himself Life Live Survive
Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
JACK LONDON

Art Deep Existence Love Reason
I was five years old the first time I got drunk.
JACK LONDON

Age Drink Myself Time
In a saturated population life is always cheap.
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Cheap Life Poor Population
Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
JACK LONDON

Behavior Character Cruelty Intelligence Man Stupidity
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
JACK LONDON

Brilliance Burn Choice Fire Myself Spark
Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
JACK LONDON

Death Existence Fear Life Mercy Misunderstood
The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
JACK LONDON

Existence Inspirational Life Live Man Myself Proper Time Try Wasted
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
JACK LONDON

Himself Kind Man Place Value Woman
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.
JACK LONDON

Clothes Fight King Power Ride Sea Skill Wings Yourself
A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
JACK LONDON

Better Goodness Joke Measurement Poem Quick
I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.
JACK LONDON

Afraid Choice Heart Live Myself Sing Song Wild
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.
JACK LONDON

Description Feeling Hate Language Myself Strong Weakness Word
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
JACK LONDON

Fame Money Popular
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.
JACK LONDON

Affection Bright Existence Fierce Harsh Live Material Quite Spirit Strong Sweet Warm World
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
JACK LONDON

Choice Eat Kill Law Time

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