Jack London

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.

Niektóre rodzaje prawdy są kłamstwem i te właonie cieszą się największym powodzeniem.

Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.