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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

Jack London

Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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Possession Pursuit Unity
Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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Desire Pain Possession Seek
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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Card Deep Goodness Hands Hard Time Hold Inspirational Life Perspective Play Poor
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
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Choice Glow Myself Personality Science Sleep Space
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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Class God Himself Mom
But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind
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Change Judgement Kind Man Myself Taste
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.
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Believe Death Freedom Myself
Affluence means influence.
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Influence Meaning One Liner
A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
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Better Goodness Joke Measurement Poem Quick
The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
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Animal Eat Food Life Live
Strength is an empty shell.
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Empty One Liner Strength
So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
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End Play Yourself
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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Appearance Experience Fear Himself Inheritance Nature Strength Trust Unknown
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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Himself Kind Man Place Value Woman
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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Existence Inspirational Life Live Man Myself Proper Time Try Wasted
The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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Law Lie Man Shame
To be able to forget means sanity.
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Forget One Liner Peace Sanity
Not all the monsters have fangs.
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Appearance Deep Devil Monster One Liner
It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
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Alone Better Choice Support Yourself
Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
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Carry Destroy Heart Himself Principle
Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Alone Book Company Friendship Himself Reading
As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
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Growth Hurt Suffering Weakness
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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Description Feeling Hate Language Myself Strong Weakness Word
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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Clothes Fight King Power Ride Sea Skill Wings Yourself
I would rather be ashes than dust.
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Choice Fire Myself
Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
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Encouragement Fear Growth Himself
Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
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Age Measurement Old Youth

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