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. LAWRENCEHe knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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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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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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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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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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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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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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