As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDONHe 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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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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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.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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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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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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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.
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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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Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
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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.
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