“White Fang was glad to acknowledge his lordship, but it was lordship based upon superior intelligence and brute strength...There were deeps in… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“The clay of White Fang had been molded until he became what he was, morose and lonely, unloving and ferocious, the enemy… — Jack London Copy Share Image
But nobody else ever romped with White Fang. He did not permit it. He stood on his dignity, and when they attempted… — Jack London Copy Share Image
White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong. — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Compared with White Fang, they were frail and flabby, and clutched life without any strength in their grip. White Fang had come… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“His eyes were likewise greeted by White Fang, but about the latter there were no signs of shame nor guilt. He carried… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“And so it came that White Fang learned that the right to punish was something the gods reserved for themselves and denied… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“And all the while the four men lay beside me and watched and made no move. Nor did I move, and without shame I… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“As the days went by, the evolution of LIKE into LOVE was accelerated. White Fang himself began to grow aware of it, though in… — Jack London Copy Share Image
My life shall be free and broad and great, and I will not be the slave to the sense delights which chained my ancient… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“But he knew life, its foulness as well as its fairness, its greatness in spite of the slime that infested it, and by God… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“As I, my real self, grew older, I entered more and more into the substance of my dreams. One may dream, and even in… — Jack London Copy Share Image
A good soldier is a blind, heartless, soulless, murderous machine. He is not a man. His is not a brute, for brutes kill only… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the… — Jack London Copy Share Image
