Author of quotes: Jack London. Page 3

There are moments of fatigue, when people forget what they were taught civilization.
It is in moments of exhaustion that men lose all their reserves of civilization.

Does not make sense to go back when I get that far.
What's the good of turning back after getting this far?

Others can. And so can we.
What other men can do, we can do.

Man is a product of the environment.
Men are the products of their environment.

When a person starts talking about his death, then he is already half dead.

The beginning of the road - glass, mid - drink company, easy drinking, a couple of drinks at dinner. End - to prison for murder in a drunken state, for embezzlement, in a psychiatric hospital, in the grave from the occasional mild illness. Parietalnyh a lot of people of intellectual labor and laborers of succumbing to the misconception, be on the way in which alcohol leads them to death.

"I could extract this person from the works of Spencer?" - I thought. Well enough remembering the teachings of this philosopher, I know that altruism is the basis of his ideal of human behavior. Obviously, Wolf Larsen took from his teachings that met his own needs and desires and rejecting everything that seemed to him superfluous.
_ What else you've learned? - I asked.
He frowned, apparently choosing his words to Express his thoughts, remaining still not expressed. I felt uplifted. Now I tried to penetrate to his soul, just as he was accustomed to penetrate into the souls of others. I researched a virgin area. And strange - strange and frightening - sight has opened my eyes.
- In short, "he began," Spencer says, first of all a man should care about their own welfare. To do so morally good. Then, he must act for the benefit of their children. And third, it needs to take care of the welfare of mankind.
- But the highest, the most reasonable and correct course of action, 'said I,' will be when people care of themselves and their children, and all mankind.
I would not say, he replied. - I do not see any need or common sense. I rule mankind and children. For their sake, I no received would. This is all slobbery nonsense - at least for someone who doesn't believe in an afterlife, and you owe it to yourself to understand. I believe in immortality, altruism would have been for me a profitable occupation. I would God knows how to exalt his soul. But, not seeing ahead nothing is eternal except death, and having at its disposal only a short time while I move and roam the yeast called life, I would do immoral, bringing any kind of sacrifice. Every sacrifice. which would deprive me of a moment of fermentation, would be not only stupid, but immoral in itself. I should not lose anything, must the best possible use of leaven. Will I have to sacrifice or will to care only about themselves at that period I measured while I make a particle of yeast and crawling on the ground after waiting for me an eternal immobility would be neither easier nor harder.
In this case, you are an individualist, a materialist, and hedonist.

Anyway, I ran to his cabin for a book and read him the "cloak of Caliban" aloud. He was delighted. This simplistic view of things and the primitive mode of reasoning was quite accessible to his understanding. From time to time he inserted comments and criticized the shortcomings of the poem. When I finished, he made me count his poem a second and third time, and then we got into a dispute about philosophy, science, evolution, religion. His reasoning was distinguished by the inaccuracy inherent in the self-taught, and peremptory directness inherent in the primitive mind. But in the most primitive of its judgments was a force and its primitive materialism was far more convincing than the subtle and intricate materialist constructions of Charlie Paraceta. This I do not say that he persuaded me, or hardened, as expressed Farasat, "natural born" idealist. But Wolf Larsen stormed the foundations of my faith with such force, which involuntarily inspired respect, though I could not shake.

- Eh, does not make you understand, not trying to tell you that this thing is life! Of course, it has the price just for herself. And I can tell you that my life is now very valuable... to me. Her right no price, although you will say that I am very overrated. But what can you do, my life determines his worth.
You see, I now have an amazing uplifting spirit. Like all times sound in me and all the powers belong to me. Like I opened the truth, and I can distinguish good from evil, truth from falsehood, and the eyes penetrate the distance. I'm almost ready to believe in God. But his voice changed and face darkened, why I'm in this state? From this joy of life? It is a hymn to life? This - let's call it so - an upgrade? All of this is simply from a good digestion, when a person's stomach in order, the healthy appetite and the entire body works well. It is the fermentation of yeast, champagne in the blood, is a fraud, a SOP, which throws us life, inspiring one high thoughts, and forcing others to see God or to create it if they can't see him. That's it: intoxication life, bubbling sourdough, senseless joy of life, drugged consciousness, she wanders, she's alive. But alas! Tomorrow I'll pay for it tomorrow I like binge drinkers, comes the hangover. Tomorrow I will remember that should I die and probably will die in the voyage; that I will cease to wander in itself, be a part of the fermentation of the sea; that I will rot; that I shall be a carrion; the strength of my muscles will go into the fins and scales of fishes. Alas! The champagne's flat. The entire game is gone from it, and it lost its taste.

I am the wind, dear sailors,
I'm fresh, powerful.
They watch in heaven
My years among the clouds.
And I run for the ship
Rather dog.
I lick night and day
All the sails.

Southern stars glitter on the light, astern the silvery trail
As a way to the sky.
Keel vreset the foam of the waves, the sail level wind full.
Keith crushes the sparkling waters.
Tackle Shine with dew in the morning,
The sun dries the covering boards.
Before us is a path, a path familiar to us,
- The way South, old friend, it is for us ever new!

Mystery goes hand in hand with the Government.

It flowed hot blood and a certain chivalry was not alien to him. The business side of life sometimes seemed to him meaningless and contrary to the deepest aspirations of his soul.

The sun joins them in the body, and their blood boils from the desires and passions. They always burn and therefore does not know defeat. They do not know peace, for in them the devil. They scattered across the land and condemned forever to work, suffer and struggle.