The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
Jack LondonIt was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild. (Ch.1)
Jack LondonDenied the outlet, through play, of his energies, he recoiled upon himself and developed his mental processes. He became cunning; he had idle time in which to devote himself to thoughts of trickery.
Jack LondonSocialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
Jack London