You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
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 word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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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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Love 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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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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Affluence means influence.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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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.
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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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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A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
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In a saturated population life is always cheap.
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He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
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I would rather be ashes than dust.
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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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