Jack London Quotes (78 Quotes)


    If a company is distributing images and video then obviously they need bandwidth solutions. But if they are looking to the mass market then they must develop WAP sites.

    He was a ferocious man. He had been ill-made in the making. He had not been born right, and he had not been helped any by the moulding he had received at the hands of society. The hands of society are harsh, and this man was a striking sample of its handiwork.

    And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him.

    And not only did he learn by experience, but instincts long dead became alive again. The domesticated generations fell from him. In vague ways he remembered back to the youth of the breed, to the time the wild dogs ranged in packs through the primeval forest and killed their meat as they ran it down.

    . . . each day mankind and the claims of mankind slipped farther from him. Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.


    days rather than weeks, certainly not months. We've got a high-speed turn on this thing.

    Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?

    Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

    ... and God knows we are sensitive to the suffering that has sometimes broken loose to come billowing forth from your appendages like the pungent vapors of whales often it appears that in this life of experience and accommodation we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. But Sissy ... hold on.

    The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

    If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.

    There's a lot of activity going, and I think you'll find this kind of activity right now because of the political aspect of this.

    I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

    Every other person was dragging a trunk.

    Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.


    The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

    One cannot violate the promptings of one's nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

    As he turned to go on, he spat speculatively. There was a sharp, explosive crackle that startled him. He spat again. And again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled.


    At half past one in the morning, three sides of Union Square were in flames. The fourth side, where stood the great Hotel St. Francis, was still holding out. An hour later, ignited from top and sides, the St. Francis was flaming heavenward.

    Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.


    Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.

    He was beaten (he knew that) but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. He had learned the lesson, and in all his after life he never forgot it. That club was a revelation. It was his introduction to the reign of primitive law, and he met the introduction halfway. The facts of life took on a fiercer aspect and while he faced that aspect uncowed, he faced it with all the latent cunning of his nature aroused.

    A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

    San Francisco at the present time is like the crater of a volcano, around which are camped tens of thousands of refugees.

    There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.


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