Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence. — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand as well.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
“It marked, further, the decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in the ruthless… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He who steals my purse steals my right to live," was the reply, "old saws to the contrary. For he steals my… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Man always gets less than he demands from life; and so little do they demand, that the less than little they get… — Jack London Copy Share Image
He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Life streamed through him in splendid flood, glad and rampant, until it seemed that it would burst him asunder in sheer ecstasy… — Jack London Copy Share Image
The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
He was always striving to attain it. The life that was so swiftly expanding within him, urged him continually toward the wall… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“That was a page read and turned over; I was busy now with this new page, and when the engine whistled on… — 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… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Life, in a sense, is living and surviving. And all that makes for living and surviving is good. He who follows the… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Do you know that the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course over-estimated, since… — Jack London Copy Share Image
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint,… — Jack London Copy Share Image
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it… — 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
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Why didn’t you dare it before? he asked harshly. When I hadn’t a job? When I was starving? When I was just… — Jack London Copy Share Image
All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me.… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Life creeps slowly upward… When some forgotten inventor of the older world smote his rival or enemy with a branch of wood… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“On Religion and Science: "You cannot answer Berkeley, even if you have annihilated Kant, and yet, perforce, you assume that Berkeley is… — Jack London Copy Share Image
The pitch to which he was aroused was tremendous. All the fighting blood of his breed was up in him and surging… — Jack London Copy Share Image
With the aurora borealis flaming coldly overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under… — 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
“Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course over-estimated since it… — Jack London Copy Share Image
The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. The… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“And yet the quality of the life is good. All human potentialities are in it. Given proper conditions, it could live through… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“When a man journeys into a far country, he must be prepared to forget many of the things he has learned, and… — 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
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark burn out in a brilliant blaze than it be… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Life? Bah! It has no value. Of cheap things it is the cheapest. Everywhere it goes begging. Nature spills it out with… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Man no longer follows instinct with the old natural fidelity. He has developed into a reasoning creature, and can intellectually cling to… — 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… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Had the cub thought in man-fashion, he might have epitomized life as a voracious appetite, and the world as a place wherein… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Life is a strange thing. Why this longing for life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course overestimated, for it… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean—an ever changing… — 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
