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As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt. — Jack London

In his gambling, he had one besetting weakness
faith in a system; and this made his damnation certain. — Jack London

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know. — Jack London

Sled shot downhill at their heels. — Jack London

Life that did not yearn toward life was in fair way toward ceasing. — Jack London

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work. — Jack London

Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence. — Jack London

John Barleycorn's inhibition rises like a wall between
one's immediate desires and long-learned morality. — Jack London

Every book was a peep-hole into the realm of knowledge. His hunger fed upon what he read, and increased. — Jack London

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. — Jack London

Some maundering fancy of going out with the tide suddenly obsessed me. — Jack London

Here were we, drawn together by mutual rage and the impulse toward cooperation, led off into forgetfulness by the establishment of a rude rhythm. — Jack London

It was the worst hurt he had ever known. — Jack London

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. — Jack London

No, sir. Go to hell sir. It's the best I can do for you sir. — Jack London

I wandered all these years among A world of women, seeking you. — Jack London

A wolf does not think like a human. — Jack London

You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. — Jack London

Never did he fail to respond savagely to the chatter of the squirrel he had first met on the blasted pine. — Jack London

It was heartbreaking, only Buck's heart was unbreakable. — Jack London

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession. — Jack London

Now, you red-eyed devil," he said, — Jack London

Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world. — Jack London

I'm Jack the Ripper. I love women. I'm Jack the Ripper. I caused terror throughout London- — Jack The Ripper

Now it happens that I am a fluid sort of an organism, with sufficient kinship with life to fit myself in 'most anywhere. — Jack London

White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong. — Jack London

puny adventurers bent on colossal adventure, pitting — Jack London

Age is never so old as youth would measure it. — Jack London

Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. — Jack London

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

Wherever there is an ascendant class, a large portion of the morality emanates from its class interests and its class feelings of superiority. — Jack London

They, as a class, believed that they alone maintained civilization. — Jack London

He was a silent fury who no torment could tame. — Jack London

Beauty is the only master to serve. — Jack London

Man always gets less than he demands from life. — Jack London

Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united. — Jack London

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone. — Jack London

The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men. — Jack London

Make good the good in you ... and you will slowly steal into the Hawaiian heart, which is all of softness, and gentleness, and sweetness. — Jack London

Some sorts of truth are truer than others. — Jack London

Then the business game is to make profits out of others, and to prevent others from making profits out of you. — Jack London

The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization. — Jack London

Well, Buck my boy. — Jack London

Lobby - a peculiar institution for bribing, bulldozing, and corrupting the legislators who were supposed to represent the people's interests. — Jack London

Hurts you. It is an everlasting pain in you, a wound that does not heal, a knife of flame. — Jack London

Culture and collars had gone together, to him, and he had been deceived into believing that college educations and mastery were the same things. — Jack London

Rise from the mud, let the sunshine clense your eyes, and thrust your shoulders into the stars! — Jack London

Bitter rage was his, but never blind rage. In passion to rend and destroy, he never forgot that his enemy was in like passion to rend and destroy. — Jack London

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past. — Jack London

From ourselves, she completed, with a most adorable smile, whimsical as I had never seen it, for it was whimsical with love. — Jack London

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories. — Jack London

I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself. — Jack London

The function of man is to live, not to exist. — Jack London

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear? — Jack London

Thus he learned hurt; and on top of it he learned to avoid hurt, first, by not incurring the risk of it... — Jack London

For he could scarcely make them move together to grip a twig, and they seemed remote from his body and from him. — Jack London

Such verdicts are crimes against truth. The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly. — Jack London

Let beauty be your end. Why should you mint beauty into gold? Anyway, you can't; — Jack London

He was never disturbed over why a thing happened. How it happened was sufficient for him. — Jack London

impossible . . . and . . . and I so loved our partnership, and was proud of it. Don't you see? - I can't go on being your partner if you make — Jack London

He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish. — Jack London

Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen. — Jack London

She was pure, it was true, as he had never dreamed of purity; but cherries stained her lips. — Jack London

They seemed to share the kindliness and largeness of John Thornton. — Jack London

Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel. — Jack London

Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others. — Jack London

Thirty thousand a year was all right, but dyspepsia and inability to be humanly happy robbed such princely income of all its value. — Jack London

Buck found it to be cheaper to mend his ways than to retaliate. — Jack London

The Stone the Builders Rejected. — Jack London

Of course it was beautiful; but there was something more than beauty in it, something more stingingly splendid which had made beauty its handmaiden. — Jack London

Growth is life, and life is for ever destined to make for light. — Jack London

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept. — Jack London

At once he became an enigma. One side or the other of his nature was perfectly comprehensible; but both sides together were bewildering. — Jack London

Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain. — Jack London

The champagne is already flat. The sparkle and bubble has gone out and it is a tasteless drink. — Jack London

In a flash Buck knew it. The time had come. It was to the death. — Jack London

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes. — Jack London

I am first of all a white man, and only then a socialist. — Jack London

They were firemakers! They were gods! [humans] — Jack London

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life. — Jack London

In short, Beauty Smith was a monstrosity, and the blame of it lay elsewhere. He was not responsible. The clay of him had been moulded in the making. — Jack London

Also he saw one dog, that would neither conciliate nor obey, finally killed in the struggle for mastery. — Jack London

He had killed man, the noblest game of all, and he had killed in the face of the law of club and fang. — Jack London

I'd rather be ashes than dust — Jack London

I reckon you've called the turn, Bill. That wolf's a dog, an' it's eaten fish many's the time from the hand of man. (ch. 2.) — Jack London

Is love so gross a thing that it must feed upon publication and public notice ? It would seem so. — Jack London

His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him. — Jack London

I would rather be ashes than dust. — Jack London

never thought about it so abstractly," he confessed. "I've been too busy puzzling over why I came here. — Jack London

He had a method of accepting things, without questioning the why and wherefore. — Jack London

He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. — Jack London

Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on. — Jack London

The metaphysician reasons deductively out of his own subjectivity. The scientist reasons inductively from the facts of experience. — Jack London

If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash. — Jack London

I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you. Capt. Wolf Larsen — Jack London

Their hate bound them together as love could never bind. — Jack London

Sometimes it seems to me that all the world, all life, everything, had taken up residence inside of me and was clamoring for me to be the spokesman. — Jack London

Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write. — Jack London

He was not immoral, but merely unmoral. — Jack London

She ate up London and spat it out, and now she's recharging her batteries in Bursford before going back into the fray,' Jack said. — Cynthia Harrod-Eagles