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Quotes from lawrence d h iii

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
~ lawrence d h iii
Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.
~ lawrence d h iii
If we lose our sanity ... We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots, the howl of the utterly lost howling their nowhereness.
~ lawrence d h iii
A woman needn't be dragged down by her functions.
~ lawrence d h iii
Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.
~ lawrence d h iii
The only reality was nothingness, and over it a hypocrisy of words.
~ lawrence d h iii
I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.
~ lawrence d h iii
No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love.
~ lawrence d h iii
We do all like to get things inside a barb-wire corral. Especially our fellow-men. We love to round them up inside the barb-wire enclosure of FREEDOM, and make 'em work. Work, you free jewel, WORK! shouts the liberator, cracking his whip.
~ lawrence d h iii
Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.
~ lawrence d h iii
There is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
~ lawrence d h iii
Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.
~ lawrence d h iii
Money is a sort of instinct. It's a sort of property of nature in a man to make money. It's nothing you do. It's no trick you play. It's a sort of permanent accident of your own nature; once you start, you make money, and you go on ... But you've got to begin ... You've got to get in. You can do nothing if you are kept outside. You've got to beat your way in. Once you've done that, you can't help it!
~ lawrence d h iii
Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.
~ lawrence d h iii
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
~ lawrence d h iii
If the robot can recognize the clean flame of life in men who have never fallen from life then he repents, and his will breaks, and a great love of life brings him to his knees, in homage and pure passion of service. Then he receives the kiss of reconciliation and ceases to be a robot, and becomes a servant of life.
~ lawrence d h iii
When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.
~ lawrence d h iii