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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

Jack London

White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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Law Obedience Oppression Strong Weakness
Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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Concentration Focus Story Writing
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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Description Feeling Hate Language Myself Strong Weakness Word
Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.
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Capture Death Goodness Possession Run
Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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Possession Pursuit Unity
The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
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Beautiful Inspirational Motivational Start Story
Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Alone Book Company Friendship Himself Reading
Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
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Deep Philosophy True
Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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Alcohol Normal Truth
A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
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Better Goodness Joke Measurement Poem Quick
He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
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Fury Himself Silence Tame
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
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Limitation Mindset Recognition
Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
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Death Existence Fear Life Mercy Misunderstood
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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Class God Himself Mom
Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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Man Poet Writing
I would rather be ashes than dust.
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Choice Fire Myself
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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Affection Bright Existence Fierce Harsh Live Material Quite Spirit Strong Sweet Warm World
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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Alive Beyond Forget Life Live Oneself Rise
The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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Law Lie Man Shame
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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Alone Death Food Hustle Legs Man Sunrise Walk Yourself
Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
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Design Man Myself Past Skin
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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Himself Kind Man Place Value Woman
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
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Choice Glow Myself Personality Science Sleep Space
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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Card Deep Goodness Hands Hard Time Hold Inspirational Life Perspective Play Poor
But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind
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Change Judgement Kind Man Myself Taste
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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Ghost Greatness Life Silence Wake Up Way Winter
She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.
JACK LONDON

Avoid Close Desire Dog Fire Herself Man Thrill

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