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JACK LONDONThere 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.
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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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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.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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I was five years old the first time I got drunk.
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One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapointments.
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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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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.
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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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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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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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