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Man is a mistake. He must go.

D. H. Lawrence

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
Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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World Yourself
Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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Hands Life Man Touch Transformation Weakness
Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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Marriage Sin Yourself
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Forever Mortal Taste Youth
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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Beautiful Empty People World Yourself
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman
He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Fear Himself Oneself People
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Heart Broken Love Myself
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Death Flower Myself
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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Accomplishment History Hold Leaving Life Myself Oneself Reality
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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Eyes Myself Nature Perfection Sea Sun
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Age Feeling Ourselves Reality
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Company Perfection
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Kill Soul
You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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Death Love Myself Yourself

Man is a mistake. He must go.

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