I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
JACK LONDONThe scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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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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Don’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.
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
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Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
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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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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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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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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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Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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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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