The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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.
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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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As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
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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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Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
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Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
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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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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.
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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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I would rather be ashes than dust.
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Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
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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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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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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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