“Is love so gross a thing that it must feed upon publication and public notice ? It would seem so.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
“She had liked him for himself, that was indisputable. And yet, much as she had liked him she had liked the bourgeois standard of valuation more.” — 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
“He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Strength is an empty shell. One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself. Show me a man… — Jack London Copy Share Image
I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
