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.
Jack LondonThe trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man's place in the universe.
Jack LondonBut, - 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. The life that is in you is alive and wants to go on being alive forever. Bah! An eternity of piggishness!
Jack LondonAnd at the instant he knew, he ceased to know.
Jack LondonMots clés suicide death-and-dying realization
He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish.
Jack LondonMots clés intelligence pessimism education writing writers real
Sitka Charley started. There had been more than one shot, yet there was but one other rifle in the party. He gave a fleeting glance at the men who lay so quietly, smiled viciously at the wisdom of the trail, and hurried on to meet the Men of the Yukon.
Jack LondonHaving no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
Jack LondonHe did not playfully shake him, as was his wont, or murmur soft love curses; but he whispered in his ear.'As you love me, Buck. As you love me,' was what he whispered.
--Call of the Wild
Mots clés call-of-the-wild
I'd rather be ashes than dust
Jack LondonWakens the ferine strain.
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