Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
JACK LONDONOne cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
More Jack London Quotes
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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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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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If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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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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Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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The function of man is to live, not to exist.
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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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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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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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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.
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
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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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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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