As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDONA good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
More Jack London Quotes
-
-
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
JACK LONDON -
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 LONDON -
Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
JACK LONDON -
Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
JACK LONDON -
The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
JACK LONDON -
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
JACK LONDON -
You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.
JACK LONDON -
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 LONDON -
Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
JACK LONDON -
Strength is an empty shell.
JACK LONDON -
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 -
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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 -
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
JACK LONDON -
I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.
JACK LONDON







