Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen. Jack London More Quotes by Jack London More Quotes From Jack London The fortunate man is the one who cannot take more than a couple of drinks without becoming intoxicated. The unfortunate wight is the one who can take many glasses without betraying a sign; who must take numerous glasses in order to get the ‘kick’. Jack London glasses couple men more you drink more you want Jack London drink want But, – and there it is, – we want to live and move, though we have no reason to, because it happens that it is the nature of life to live and move, to want to live and move. If it were not for this, life would be dead. It is because of this life that is in you that you dream of your immortality. Jack London would-be dream moving ...in his gambling, he had one besetting weakness -- faith in a system; and this made his damnation certain. Jack London damnation gambling weakness But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come. Jack London summer running book ...men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost. Jack London strong dog men I was jealous; therefore I loved. Jack London jealous The Stone the Builders Rejected. Jack London rejected tombstone stones He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do. Jack London existence achieve doe Not all the monsters have fangs. Jack London real-life real monsters He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death. He had lessoned from Spitz, and from the chief fighting dogs of the police and mail, and knew there was no middle course. He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed. Jack London fighting law dog [Speaking to a group of wealthy New Yorkers] A million years ago, the cave man, without tools, with small brain, and with nothing but the strength of his body, managed to feed his wife and children, so that through him the race survived. You on the other hand, armed with all the modern means of production, multiplying the productive capacity of the cave man a million times — you are incompetents and muddlers, you are unable to secure to millions even the paltry amount of bread that would sustain their physical life. You have mismanaged the world, and it shall be taken from you. Jack London taken mean children He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars. Jack London stars perfect life For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work. Jack London sick pride dog He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. Jack London the-wild-nature womb deeper I remembered my days and nights of sunshine and starshine, where life was all a wild sweet wonder, a spiritual paradise of unselfish adventure and ethical romance. And I saw before me, ever blazing and burning, the Holy Grail. Jack London spiritual sweet life Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes. Jack London rhyming fool poetry This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone. Jack London surrender masters expression The life that is demanding to be born is limitless. Nature is a spendthrift. Look at the fish and their millions of eggs. For that matter, look at you and me. In our loins are the possibilities of millions of lives. Could we but find time and opportunity and utilize the last bit and every bit of the unborn life that is in us, we could become the fathers of nations and populate continents. Jack London opportunity life father The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end. Jack London hurt games life
