“He must master or be mastered; while to show mecy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. — Jack London Copy Share Image
His conclusion was that things were not always what they appeared to be. The cub's fear of the unknown was an inherited… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“We, helpless infants in arms or creeping quadruped-like on the floor, dreamed our dreams of air flight. Yes; and we endured the… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“I had lone, schooled myself to be oblivious to pain. I had neither doubts nor fears. All the content of my mind… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Thus it was that in obedience to the law laid down by his mother, and in obedience to the law of that… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“So you're afraid, eh?" he sneered. "Yes," I said defiantly and honestly, "I am afraid." "That's the way with you fellows," he… — 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
