A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
JACK LONDONGo 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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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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It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
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Affluence means influence.
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Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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A man with a club is a law-maker.
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The function of man is to live, not to exist.
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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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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.
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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.
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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.
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Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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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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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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