[b]D.H. Lawrence
They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.[/b]
They would be, wouldn’t they?
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
Some go to Heaven, some go to Hell.
I only want one thing of men, and that is, that they should leave me alone.
Oh, and by the way, thanks.
The profoundest of all sensualities
is the sense of truth
and the next deepest sensual experience
is the sense of justice.
Not counting reality of course. Mine if not yours.
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.
And no he doesn’t mean the game.
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.
Or [increasingly] the old.