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
“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
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear? — 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
He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as… — Jack London Copy Share Image
But under it all they were men, penetrating the land of desolation and mockery and silence, puny adventurers bent on colossal adventure,… — Jack London Copy Share Image
[Speaking to a group of wealthy New Yorkers] A million years ago, the cave man, without tools, with small brain, and with… — 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
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
Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world. — 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
A human life the treasure of the world cannot buy; nor can it redeem one which is misspent; nor can it make… — Jack London Copy Share Image
I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself. — 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