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So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

Jack London

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
One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
JACK LONDON

Nature Oneself Philosophy Violence
I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
JACK LONDON

Beautiful Myself Purpose Writing
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.
JACK LONDON

Avoid Close Desire Dog Fire Herself Man Thrill
Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
JACK LONDON

Encouragement Fear Growth Himself
Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
JACK LONDON

Carry Destroy Heart Himself Principle
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
JACK LONDON

Choice Life Meaning Myself Short Sing Song
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
But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind
JACK LONDON

Change Judgement Kind Man Myself Taste
Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
JACK LONDON

Eat Economics Food Man Politics System Word
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
JACK LONDON

Himself Lingering Sleep Wild Wolf
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.
JACK LONDON

Affection Bright Existence Fierce Harsh Live Material Quite Spirit Strong Sweet Warm World
Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
JACK LONDON

Possession Pursuit Unity
Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
JACK LONDON

Concentration Focus Story Writing
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
The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
JACK LONDON

Art Conquer Greatness Man

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