A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCEI don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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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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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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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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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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