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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
Jack London
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Jack London
Age: 40 †
Born: 1876
Born: January 12
Died: 1916
Died: November 22
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
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If cash comes with fame, come fame if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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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.
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. . . 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!
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But under it all they were men, penetrating the land of desolation and mockery and silence, puny adventurers bent on colossal adventure, pitting themselves against the might of a world as remote and alien and pulseless as the abysses of space.
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He felt strangely numb. As though from a great distance, he was aware that he was being beaten. The last sensations of pain left him. He no longer felt anything, though very faintly he could hear the impact of the club upon his body. But it was no longer his body, it seemed so far away.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
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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.
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I love the flesh. I'm a pagan. Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!
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...in his gambling, he had one besetting weakness -- faith in a system and this made his damnation certain.
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