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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

D. H. Lawrence

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.
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Alive Book Bright Life Man
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Age Feeling Ourselves Reality
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Fall Love Moon Myself
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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Art Breathe Life Oneself
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Death Flower Myself
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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Art Live True World
But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Animal Beyond Flower Humanity Wings
He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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Feeling Goodness Heart Himself Live Lost Misery
Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Deep Money Poison Yourself
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
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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Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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God Myself Praise Word
As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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Deep Destruction Divine
If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Alone Himself People
It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Art Instagram Captions Myself Self Love
She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Herself Wait Woman

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

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