It 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.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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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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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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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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