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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.

Jack London

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
JACK LONDON

Brilliance Burn Choice Fire Myself Spark
Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
JACK LONDON

Design Man Myself Past Skin
So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
JACK LONDON

End Play Yourself
I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
JACK LONDON

Beautiful Myself Purpose Writing
Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
JACK LONDON

Possession Pursuit Unity
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.
JACK LONDON

Desperate Happiness Hard Work Poor Remember See Success Yourself
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.
JACK LONDON

Alone Death Food Hustle Legs Man Sunrise Walk Yourself
A man with a club is a law-maker.
JACK LONDON

Law Man Power
Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
JACK LONDON

Behavior Character Cruelty Intelligence Man Stupidity
Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
JACK LONDON

Deep Philosophy True
Strength is an empty shell.
JACK LONDON

Empty One Liner Strength
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
JACK LONDON

Fame Money Popular
Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
JACK LONDON

Desire Pain Possession Seek
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
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.
JACK LONDON

Description Feeling Hate Language Myself Strong Weakness Word

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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