Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

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.

Of course , if I am nothing but an ego, and woman is nothing but another ego, then there is really no vital difference between us. Two little dolls of conscious entities, squeaking when you...

And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse...

We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realize any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and...

On revient toujours a son premier amour.” It sounds like a cynicism to-day. As if we really meant: “On ne revient jamais a son premier amour.” But as a matter of fact, a man never...

It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned exchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.

For God’s sake, let us be mennot monkeys minding machinesor sitting with our tails curledwhile the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone.Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.

He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being.

And she shrank away again, back into her darkness, and for a long while remained blotted safely away from living.

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.

Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a machine, an instrument, a bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant,...

She, who was bored almost to agony, and who had nothing at all to do, she had not time to think even, seriously, of anything. Time being, after all, only the current of the soul...

Democracy in America was never the same as Liberty in Europe. In Europe Liberty was a great life-throb. But in America Democracy was always something anti-life. The greatest democrats, like Abraham Lincoln, had always a...

When along the pavement,Palpitating flames of life,People flicker around me,I forget my bereavement,The gap in the great constellation,The place where a star used to be

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.

If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night

We fucked a flame into being

For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another.

When one is grown up, money is lying about at one’s service. It is only when one is young that it is rare. Take no thought for money – that always lies to hand.(Women in...

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods,...

He toasted his bacon on a fork and caught the drops of fat on his bread; then he put the rasher on his thick slice of bread, and cut off chunks with a clasp-knife, poured...

All the great words, it seemed to Connie were cancelled, for her generation: love, joy, happiness, home, mother, father, husband, all these great, dynamic words were half dead now and dying from day to day.

Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.

Only youth has a taste of immortality.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

And who should have the money, indeed, if not your wives? They have everything to do with the money. What idea have you, but to waste it!””Women waste nothing–they couldn’t if they tried,” said Aaron...

Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what?...

Human desire is the criterion of all truth and all good. Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling. There is really nothing to fear....

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.

But you don’t fuck me cold-heartedly,’ she protested.’I don’t want to fuck you at all.’Lady Chatterly’s Lover

And they fear nothing, and they respect nothing, the young don’t.

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored...

If only you could tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing.

But a democracy is bound in the end to be obscene, for it is composed of myriad disunited fragments, each fragment assuming to itself a false wholeness, a false individuality. Modern democracy is made up...

The profoundest of all sensualitiesis the sense of truthand the next deepest sensual experienceis the sense of justice.

That’s the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.

And Clifford the same. All that talk! All that writing! All that wild struggling to push himself forwards! It was just insanity. And it was getting worse, really maniacal.Connie felt washed-out with fear. But at...

Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. Ibelieve especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with awarm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the womentake...

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.”(Letter to Cynthia Asquith, November 1913)

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

The last year of her college career was wheeling slowly round. She could see ahead her examination and her departure. She had the ash of disillusion gritting under her teeth. Would the next move turn...

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps...

So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was...