John Griffith "Jack" London (born John Griffith Chaney, January 12, 1876 – November 22, 1916) was an American novelist, journalist, and s...
I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself. Jack London
I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. Jack London
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
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. Jack London
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.
Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.” Jack London
Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.”
I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet. Jack London
I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.
He was a silent fury who no torment could tame. Jack London
He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand. Jack London
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them. Jack London
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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 disappointments. Jack London
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 disappointments.
It's better to stand by someone's side than by yourself. Jack London
It's better to stand by someone's side than by yourself.
San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories. Jack London
San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept. Jack London
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
