Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
JACK LONDONHis 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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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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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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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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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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There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapointments.
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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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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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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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To be able to forget means sanity.
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The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
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Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
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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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