A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
JACK LONDON- 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapointments.
JACK LONDONThere’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapointments.
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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.
JACK LONDONHe 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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The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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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.
JACK LONDONI 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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Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
JACK LONDONPursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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A man with a club is a law-maker.
JACK LONDONA man with a club is a law-maker.
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Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
JACK LONDONSocialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
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The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
JACK LONDONThe Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
JACK LONDONLife is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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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.
JACK LONDONHis 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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The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
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You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
JACK LONDONYou can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
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Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
JACK LONDONFear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
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So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
JACK LONDONSo that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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