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Jack London

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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Affection Bright Existence Fierce Harsh Live Material Quite Spirit Strong Sweet Warm World
It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
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Easy Existence Life Live Place
One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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Nature Oneself Philosophy Violence
As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
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Growth Hurt Suffering Weakness
Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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Concentration Focus Story Writing
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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Choice Life Meaning Myself Short Sing Song
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
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Limitation Mindset Recognition
And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
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Afraid Life Live Myself Open Shame Value
She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.
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Avoid Close Desire Dog Fire Herself Man Thrill
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
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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Description Feeling Hate Language Myself Strong Weakness Word
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
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.
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Afraid Choice Heart Live Myself Sing Song Wild
Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
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Deep Philosophy True
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
Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
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Design Man Myself Past Skin

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