The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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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 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 sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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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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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