Jack London Quotes

Jack London Quotes.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
Jack London
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
Jack London
The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
Jack London
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
Jack London
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
Jack London
You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.
Jack London
San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.
Jack London
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
Jack London
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.
Jack London
Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
Jack London
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?
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.
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 disappointŠ’Ā­ment s.
Jack London
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.
Jack London
It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
Jack London
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
Jack London
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
Jack London