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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.

Jack London

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
JACK LONDON

Eat Economics Food Man Politics System Word
Strength is an empty shell.
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Empty One Liner Strength
Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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Alcohol Normal Truth
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
JACK LONDON

Class God Himself Mom
Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
JACK LONDON

Deep Philosophy True
Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
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Age Measurement Old Youth
A man with a club is a law-maker.
JACK LONDON

Law Man Power
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.
JACK LONDON

Affection Bright Existence Fierce Harsh Live Material Quite Spirit Strong Sweet Warm World
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
JACK LONDON

Himself Lingering Sleep Wild Wolf
His 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.
JACK LONDON

Appearance Experience Fear Himself Inheritance Nature Strength Trust Unknown
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.
JACK LONDON

Alone Himself Kill Live Prey Strength Strong Survive Virtue
Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
JACK LONDON

Art Deep Existence Love Reason
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.
JACK LONDON

Description Feeling Hate Language Myself Strong Weakness Word
I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
JACK LONDON

Live Myself Self Love Thinking World Worth
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.
JACK LONDON

Clothes Fight King Power Ride Sea Skill Wings Yourself
And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
JACK LONDON

Afraid Life Live Myself Open Shame Value

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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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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