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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

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
JACK LONDON

Choice Eat Kill Law Time
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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Goodness Himself Life Live Survive
Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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Alcohol Normal Truth
So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
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End Play Yourself
In a saturated population life is always cheap.
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Cheap Life Poor Population
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
JACK LONDON

Class God Himself Mom
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
A man with a club is a law-maker.
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Law Man Power
The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
JACK LONDON

Description Feeling Language Myself Weakness Word
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
JACK LONDON

Choice Glow Myself Personality Science Sleep Space
I would rather be ashes than dust.
JACK LONDON

Choice Fire Myself
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
JACK LONDON

Limitation Mindset Recognition
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
A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
JACK LONDON

Better Goodness Joke Measurement Poem Quick
Strength is an empty shell.
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Empty One Liner Strength
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

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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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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