Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
JACK LONDONMercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
JACK LONDONShe 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.
JACK LONDONLife is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
JACK LONDONAnd 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.
JACK LONDONOne cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
JACK LONDONMan rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
JACK LONDONGo 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.
JACK LONDONThe function of man is to live, not to exist.
JACK LONDONI would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
JACK LONDONHe was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
JACK LONDONEverything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.
JACK LONDONAge is never so old as youth would measure it.
JACK LONDONLimited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
JACK LONDONIt’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
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.
JACK LONDONThe Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
JACK LONDON