I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.
JACK LONDONSocialism, 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 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.
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If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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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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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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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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And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
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Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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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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You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.
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He 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.
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
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