Jack London Quotes About Environment

Quotes about: Environment

• He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.

  Jack London

  Strong, Predator, Killers

  Jack London (2008). “The Call of the Wild: Easyread Edition”, p.101, ReadHowYouWant.com

• The first theft marked Buck as fit to survive in the hostile Northland environment. It marked his adaptability, his capacity to adjust himself to changing conditions, the lack of which would have meant swift and terrible death. It marked, further, the decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in the ruthless struggle for existence.

  Jack London

  Struggle, Decay, Pieces

  Jack London (2009). “The Call of the Wild, White Fang, and Other Stories”, p.21, Oxford Paperbacks

• He became quicker of movement than the other dogs, swifter of foot, craftier, deadlier, more lithe, more lean with ironlike muscle and sinew, more enduring, more cruel more ferocious, and more intelligent. He had to become all these things, else he would not have held his own nor survived the hostile environment in which he found himself.

  Jack London

  Dog, Intelligent, Feet

  Jack London (2016). “Jack London Six Pack”, p.115, Lulu.com

• One cannot violate the promptings of one's nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

  Jack London

  Environment, Recoil

  Jack London (1992). “The Call of the Wild and White Fang”, p.158, Wordsworth Editions

• The effect of civilization is to impose human law upon environment until it becomes machine-like in its regularity. The objectionable is eliminated, the inevitable is foreseen. One is not even made wet by the rain nor cold by the frost; while death, instead of stalking about gruesome and accidental, becomes a prearranged pageant, moving along a well-oiled groove to the family vault, where the hinges are kept from rusting and the dust from the air is swept continually away.

  Jack London

  Rain, Moving, Air

  Jack London (2015). “Love of life and Other Stories by Jack London”, p.68, Editora Dracaena

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