And not only did he learn by experience, but instincts long dead became alive again. The domesticated generations fell from him. In… — 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
Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“But this is not a world of free freights. One pays according to an iron schedule--for every strength the balanced weakness; for… — 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
I was carrying a beautiful alcoholic conflagration around with me. The thing fed on its own heat and flamed the fiercer. There… — Jack London Copy Share Image
When, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolf-like, it was his ancestors,… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span. — 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
