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Age is never so old as youth would measure it.

Jack London

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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Desire Pain Possession Seek
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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Fame Money Popular
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
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Choice Eat Kill Law Time
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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Himself Lingering Sleep Wild Wolf
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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Alone Death Food Hustle Legs Man Sunrise Walk Yourself
Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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Possession Pursuit Unity
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
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Brilliance Burn Choice Fire Myself Spark
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
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Dedication Inspirational Wait Yourself
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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Achievement Appearance Inspirational Invitation Light Yourself
Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
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Carry Destroy Heart Himself Principle
Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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Art Deep Existence Love Reason
Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.
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Capture Death Goodness Possession Run
One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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Nature Oneself Philosophy Violence
Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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Alcohol Normal Truth
The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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Description Feeling Language Myself Weakness Word
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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Ghost Greatness Life Silence Wake Up Way Winter

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