White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
JACK LONDONWhite Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
JACK LONDONThe aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
JACK LONDONIn a saturated population life is always cheap.
JACK LONDONLove cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.
JACK LONDONThe 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.
JACK LONDONMercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
JACK LONDONPursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
JACK LONDONAlcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
JACK LONDONAs one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDONA 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 LONDONIf cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
JACK LONDONDon’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.
JACK LONDONI would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
JACK LONDONIt is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
JACK LONDONHe 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.
JACK LONDONToo much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
JACK LONDON