Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt 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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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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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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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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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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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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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