There is no pornography without a secrecy.
D. H. LAWRENCEI don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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