Jack London
Jack London
John Griffith "Jack" London was an American novelist, journalist, and social activist. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction, he was one of the first fiction writers to obtain worldwide celebrity and a large fortune from his fiction alone...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 January 1876
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
night race civilization
The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.
iron long mad
But this is not a world of free freights. One pays according to an iron schedule--for every strength the balanced weakness; for every high a corresponding low; for every fictitious god-like moment an equivalent time in reptilian slime. For every feat of telescoping long days and weeks of life into mad magnificent instants, one must pay with shortened life, and, oft-times, with savage usury added.
hard-work way disappoint
There's only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the disappointment s.
alcohol normal truth-is
Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
running horse long
Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.
video needs site
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.
age youth
Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
poetry fool rhyming
Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.
book writing add
I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate.
life hurt games
The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.
life beautiful ugly
A human life the treasure of the world cannot buy; nor can it redeem one which is misspent; nor can it make full and complete and beautiful a life which is dwarfed and warped and ugly.
life hands rooms
Life? Bah! It has no value. Of cheap things it is the cheapest. Everywhere it goes begging. Nature spills it out with a lavish hand. Where there is room for one life, she sows a thousand lives, and it's life eats life till the strongest and most piggish life is left.
heart hawaii stealing
Make good the good in you...and you will slowly steal into the Hawaiian heart, which is all of softness, and gentleness, and sweetness.
pain love-is peaceful
Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.