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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Fear Himself Oneself People
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Animal Herself Himself Listen Love
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Evil Passionate Worst
How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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Hate Herself Live Word
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Better Death Life Live
What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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Lying Poet Thinking
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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Animal Goodness Sea Yourself
Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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Humanity Kind Philosophy
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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Creation Story Trust
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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Kill Man Ourselves Right World
The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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Beauty Food Human Need Soul
The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Death Help See Spiritual
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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Herself Woman
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Myself Sorry Wild
For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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God Myself Praise Word

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