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.
JACK LONDONNo; 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
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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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Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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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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I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
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A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
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The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.
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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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