Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
D. H. LAWRENCENobody 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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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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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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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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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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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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