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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

D. H. Lawrence

A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
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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Kill Man Ourselves Right World
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
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
Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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World Yourself
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Forever Mortal Taste Youth
One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Kind Laugh Oneself War World
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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Deep Desire End Philosophy
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
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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Alone People Reality Togetherness
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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Decision Deep Dream Myself Philosophy Result Thinking
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
That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Eyes Himself Live
What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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Art Breathe Life Oneself

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