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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

Jack London

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
The 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 LONDON

Existence Inspirational Life Live Man Myself Proper Time Try Wasted
Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
JACK LONDON

Encouragement Fear Growth Himself
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
JACK LONDON

Fame Money Popular
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
JACK LONDON

Brilliance Burn Choice Fire Myself Spark
Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
JACK LONDON

Desire Pain Possession Seek
Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
JACK LONDON

Age Measurement Old Youth
I would rather be ashes than dust.
JACK LONDON

Choice Fire Myself
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
To be able to forget means sanity.
JACK LONDON

Forget One Liner Peace Sanity
White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
JACK LONDON

Law Obedience Oppression Strong Weakness
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.
JACK LONDON

Desperate Happiness Hard Work Poor Remember See Success Yourself
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
Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
JACK LONDON

Art Deep Existence Love Reason
He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.
JACK LONDON

Alone Himself Kill Live Prey Strength Strong Survive Virtue
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
JACK LONDON

Choice Eat Kill Law Time

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

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