It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
D. H. LAWRENCEThey stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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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 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 would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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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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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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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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