It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
D. H. LAWRENCEThey lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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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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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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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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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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