As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDONSome sorts of truth are truer than others.
More Jack London Quotes
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I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
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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.
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Strength is an empty shell.
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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.
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The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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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.
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Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
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So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
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Love 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.
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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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The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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