Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them. — Jack London Copy Share Image
Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write. — Jack London Copy Share Image
The man, with his brain, can pierce the intoxicating mirage of things and contemplate a frozen universe in the most perfect indifference… — Jack London Copy Share Image
But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
There are, broadly speaking, two types of drinkers. There is the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten… — 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
...men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts,… — Jack London Copy Share Image
The loneliness of the man is slowly being borne in upon me. There is not a man aboard but hates or fears… — Jack London Copy Share Image
On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over, - a man whom the Wild had conquered… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Man is man because he chanced to develop intelligence instead of instinct; otherwise he would to this day have remained among the… — 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
