I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
D. H. LAWRENCEBut 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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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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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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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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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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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