By: Jack London

Not a philosophic anarchist, but a mere animal, mad with hate and lust for revenge.

By: Jack London

It was a perfect hiding-place.

By: Jack London

“You are lick-spittlers and panderers, the creatures of the Plutocracy.”

By: Jack London

We worshipped at the shrine of the Revolution, which was the shrine of liberty. It was the divine flashing through us.

By: Jack London

“Give us more pay and charge it to the public,” was the slogan of the strong unions.

By: Jack London

“What he foresaw was the defection of the great labor unions and the rise of the castes.”

By: Jack London

It was the Plutocracy, weighing and balancing, that defeated us by dividing our strength.

By: Jack London

“I have learned a great lesson. The soul cannot be ministered to till the stomach is appeased.”

By: Jack London

“He looked upon our catastrophe in the light of an adventure.”

By: Jack London

“And when they take me out of Congress, and put me against a wall, and blow my brains out — what then?”

By: Jack London

“We will put back industry to its pre-trust stage. We will break the machines.”

By: Jack London

“They see clearly as far as they see, but they see only to the ends of their noses.”

By: Jack London

“The press of the United States? It is a parasitic growth that battens on the capitalist class.”

By: Jack London

“An unseen and fearful revolution is taking place in the fibre and structure of society.”

By: Jack London

“When it comes to sociology — my trade — you are down in the dirt at my feet.”