“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 had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial.” — 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
His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him. — Jack London Copy Share Image
He felt strangely numb. As though from a great distance, he was aware that he was being beaten. The last sensations of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Denied the outlet, through play, of his energies, he recoiled upon himself and developed his mental processes. He became cunning; he had… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“His muscles had wasted away to knotty strings, and the flesh pads had disappeared, so that each rib and every bone 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… — 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
