All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
D. H. LAWRENCEAs we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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