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Jack London

I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.
JACK LONDON

Afraid Choice Heart Live Myself Sing Song Wild
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.
JACK LONDON

Afraid Life Live Myself Open Shame Value
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
JACK LONDON

Himself Kind Man Place Value Woman
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.
JACK LONDON

Appearance Experience Fear Himself Inheritance Nature Strength Trust Unknown
Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
JACK LONDON

Man Poet Writing
To be able to forget means sanity.
JACK LONDON

Forget One Liner Peace Sanity
As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDON

Growth Hurt Suffering Weakness
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
JACK LONDON

Class God Himself Mom
A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
JACK LONDON

Better Goodness Joke Measurement Poem Quick
Strength is an empty shell.
JACK LONDON

Empty One Liner Strength
I was five years old the first time I got drunk.
JACK LONDON

Age Drink Myself Time
The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
JACK LONDON

Art Conquer Greatness Man
Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
JACK LONDON

Concentration Focus Story Writing
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.
JACK LONDON

Alone Himself Kill Live Prey Strength Strong Survive Virtue
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
JACK LONDON

Card Deep Goodness Hands Hard Time Hold Inspirational Life Perspective Play Poor
I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
JACK LONDON

Live Myself Self Love Thinking World Worth

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