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.
Born: January 12, 1876
Died: November 22, 1916
I know I’ve come a long way and still have a lot to go, but I’ll achieve my goals even crawling.
Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
In the end, there’s only one life, so we should live it the way we want.
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.
Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club.
I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
Life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do.
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?
Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
Keep a note book and travel with it, eat with it and write down your every thought in it.
