D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
David Herbert Richards Lawrencewas an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter who published as D. H. Lawrence. His collected works, among other things, represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanising effects of modernity and industrialisation. In them, some of the issues Lawrence explores are emotional health, vitality, spontaneity and instinct...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 September 1885
sex lying heart
Where is the source of all money-sickness, and the origin of all sex-perversion?.... It lies in the heart of man, and not in the conditions.
spiritual punishment dangerous
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
ocean cities swamps
Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.
hate literature generations
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority.
humor men creating
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
struggle joy columbus
The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.
wisdom blood soul
Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.
selfish california effort
California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.
heart elephants fire
So slowly the hot elephant hearts grow full of desire, and the great beasts mate in secret at last, hiding their fire.
melting-pot chaos creation
Death is ... a travelling asunder into elemental chaos. And from the elemental chaos all is cast forth again into creation. Therefore death also is but a cul-de-sac, a melting-pot.
taste youth immortality
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
children men yield
A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child he would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasant connection.
journey wells has-beens
The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.
ifs
If you don't like it, alter it, and if you can't alter it, put up with it.