Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
JACK LONDONYou 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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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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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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It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
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She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.
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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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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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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
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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.
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One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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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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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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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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