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Jack London

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
JACK LONDON

Easy Existence Life Live Place
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

Alive Beyond Forget Life Live Oneself Rise
Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
JACK LONDON

Deep Philosophy True
Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
JACK LONDON

Carry Destroy Heart Himself Principle
The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
JACK LONDON

Art Conquer Greatness Man
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
JACK LONDON

Himself Kind Man Place Value Woman
Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
JACK LONDON

Death Existence Fear Life Mercy Misunderstood
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
JACK LONDON

Fame Money Popular
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
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
JACK LONDON

Limitation Mindset Recognition
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
JACK LONDON

Ghost Greatness Life Silence Wake Up Way Winter
A man with a club is a law-maker.
JACK LONDON

Law Man Power
Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
JACK LONDON

Art Deep Existence Love Reason
Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
JACK LONDON

Age Measurement Old Youth
Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
JACK LONDON

Alone Book Company Friendship Himself Reading
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
JACK LONDON

Himself Lingering Sleep Wild Wolf
I would rather be ashes than dust.
JACK LONDON

Choice Fire Myself
The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
JACK LONDON

Animal Eat Food Life Live
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
JACK LONDON

Card Deep Goodness Hands Hard Time Hold Inspirational Life Perspective Play Poor
I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
JACK LONDON

Live Myself Self Love Thinking World Worth
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
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

Appearance Experience Fear Himself Inheritance Nature Strength Trust Unknown
So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
JACK LONDON

End Play Yourself
A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
JACK LONDON

Bone Charity Compassionate Difference Dog Generosity Hungry Yourself
In a saturated population life is always cheap.
JACK LONDON

Cheap Life Poor Population
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.
JACK LONDON

Afraid Life Live Myself Open Shame Value
He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
JACK LONDON

Fury Himself Silence Tame

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