A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
JACK LONDONThe function of man is to live, not to exist.
More Jack London Quotes
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
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Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.
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Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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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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Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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You 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.
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Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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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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He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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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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