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.
D. H. LAWRENCEI never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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Nobody 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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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But 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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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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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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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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