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.
JACK LONDONA bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
JACK LONDONAs one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDONSocialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
JACK LONDONAnd 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 LONDONLove is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
JACK LONDONHe 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.
JACK LONDONLove 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.
JACK LONDONThe Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
JACK LONDONDon’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.
JACK LONDONThere’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.
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.
JACK LONDONHe 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 LONDONOne cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
JACK LONDONDesire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
JACK LONDONTo be able to forget means sanity.
JACK LONDONLife, 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.
JACK LONDON