Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
JACK LONDONYou 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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To be able to forget means sanity.
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Strength is an empty shell.
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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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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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You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
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I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
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Socialism, 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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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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I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
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Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
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Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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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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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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