“They had seen life, and done deeds, and lived romances, but they did not know it.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand. — Jack London Copy Share Image
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life. — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. The law was: EAT OR BE EATEN” — Jack London Copy Share Image
A human life the treasure of the world cannot buy; nor can it redeem one which is misspent; nor can it make… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Now it happens that I am a fluid sort of an organism, with sufficient kinship with life to fit myself in 'most… — Jack London Copy Share Image
They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in their significances.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
“...his ardors and toils were in themselves self-remunerative. They were expressions of life, and life is always happy when it is expressing… — Jack London Copy Share Image
It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was… — 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
Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes. — Jack London Copy Share Image
To have a full stomach, to daze lazily in the sunshine--such things were remuneration in full for his adors and toils, while… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He had opened up for me the world of the real, of which I had known practically nothing and from which I… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“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
I remembered my days and nights of sunshine and starshine, where life was all a wild sweet wonder, a spiritual paradise of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He knew full well, from his Spencer, that man can never attain ultimate knowledge of anything, and that the mystery of beauty… — Jack London Copy Share Image
And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“There is a patience of the wild--dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself--that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web,… — Jack London Copy Share Image
But, – and there it is, – we want to live and move, though we have no reason to, because it happens… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“In this manner had fought forgotten ancestors. They quickened the old life within him, the old tricks which they had stamped into… — Jack London Copy Share Image
You have grudged the very fire in your house because the wood cost overmuch!" he cried. "You have grudged life. To live… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Definitions must agree, not with egos, but with life. Mr. Burroughs goes on the basis that a definition is something hard and… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Yes, yes," he shut off her attempted objection. "You would have destroyed my writing and my career. Realism is imperative to my… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!...Oh, to just grip your handlebars and lay down to it, and go… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against… — Jack London Copy Share Image
I early learned that there were two natures in me. This caused me a great deal of trouble, till I worked out… — Jack London Copy Share Image
The life that is demanding to be born is limitless. Nature is a spendthrift. Look at the fish and their millions of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“I have indeed lived life in a very rough school and have seen more than the average man's share of inhumanity and… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“You have read Darwin," I said. "But you read him misunderstandingly when you conclude that the struggle for existence sanctions your wanton… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He started for the companion stairs, but turned his head for a final word. "Do you know the only value life has… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“We were talking about this yesterday," he said. "I held that life was a ferment, a yeasty something which devoured life that… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Every once in a while, in newspapers, magazines, and biographical dictionaries, I run upon sketches of my life, wherein, delicately phrased, I… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“This man had saved his life, which was something; but, further, he was the ideal master. Other men saw to the welfare… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“I am that man, the sum of him, the all of him, the hairless biped who struggled upward from the slime and… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Don’t dash off a six-thousand-word story before breakfast. Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it… — 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
