My dear,

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

I shall not survive my days but conquer them whole. I shall not endure my days but grasp them with a force so great that they have no choice but to bend to my will. I shall not not live.

I hope you shall not too.

Falsely yours,
John Griffith “Jack” London