David Herbert Richards “D. H.” Lawrence was an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter. His collected works represent, among other things, an extended reflection upon the dehumanising effects of modernity and industrialisation. Some of the issues Lawrence explores are emotional health, vitality, spontaneity and instinct. The Cambridge critic F. R. Leavis championed both his artistic integrity and his moral seriousness, placing much of Lawrence’s fiction within the canonical “great tradition” of the English novel.
I Never Saw A Wild Thing Sorry For Itself. A Small Bird Will Drop Frozen Dead From A Bough Without Ever Having Felt Sorry For Itself.
Loud Peace Propaganda Makes War Seem Imminent.
The Christian Fear Of The Pagan Outlook Has Damaged The Whole Consciousness Of Man.
Ours Is Essentially A Tragic Age, So We Refuse To Take It Tragically.
God Doesn't Know Things. He Is Things.
Sentimentalism Is The Working Off On Yourself Of Feelings You Haven't Really Got.
Don't Be On The Side Of The Angels, It's Too Lowering.
All Vital Truth Contains The Memory Of All That For Which It Is Not True.
Men Always Do Leave Off Really Thinking, When The Last Bit Of Wild Animal Dies In Them.
Literature Is A Toil And A Snare, A Curse That Bites Deep.
I Shall Be Glad When You Have Strangled The Invincible Respectability That Dogs Your Steps.
The Essential Function Of Art Is Moral. But A Passionate, Implicit Morality, Not Didactic. A Morality Which Changes The Blood, Rather Than The Mind.
In Every Living Thing There Is The Desire For Love.
Creation Destroys As It Goes, Throws Down One Tree For The Rise Of Another. But Ideal Mankind Would Abolish Death, Multiply Itself Million Upon Million, Rear Up City Upon City, Save Every Parasite Alive, Until The Accumulation Of Mere Existence Is Swollen To A Horror.
A Man Has No Religion Who Has Not Slowly And Painfully Gathered One Together, Adding To It, Shaping It; And One's Religion Is Never Complete And Final, It Seems, But Must Always Be Undergoing Modification.
I Shall Always Be A Priest Of Love.
If A Woman Hasn't Got A Tiny Streak Of Harlot In Her, She's A Dry Stick As A Rule.
It's Bad Taste To Be Wise All The Time, Like Being At A Perpetual Funeral.
The Fairest Thing In Nature, A Flower, Still Has Its Roots In Earth And Manure.
Life Is Ours To Be Spent, Not To Be Saved.
Love Is The Flower Of Life, And Blossoms Unexpectedly And Without Law, And Must Be Plucked Where It Is Found, And Enjoyed For The Brief Hour Of Its Duration.
The Business Of Art Is To Reveal The Relation Between Man And His Environment.
My God, These Folks Don't Know How To Love - That's Why They Love So Easily.
My Whole Working Philosophy Is That The Only Stable Happiness For Mankind Is That It Shall Live Married In Blessed Union To Woman-kind - Intimacy, Physical And Psychical Between A Man And His Wife. I Wish To Add That My State Of Bliss Is By No Means Perfect.
Tragedy Is Like Strong Acid - It Dissolves Away All But The Very Gold Of Truth.
People Always Make War When They Say They Love Peace.
I Can Never Decide Whether My Dreams Are The Result Of My Thoughts, Or My Thoughts The Result Of My Dreams.
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.
The Moon! Artemis! The Great Goddess Of The Splendid Past Of Men! Are You Going To Tell Me She Is A Dead Lump?
One Must Learn To Love, And Go Through A Good Deal Of Suffering To Get To It... And The Journey Is Always Towards The Other Soul.
For Man, As For Flower And Beast And Bird, The Supreme Triumph Is To Be Most Vividly, Most Perfectly Alive.
Be Still When You Have Nothing To Say; When Genuine Passion Moves You, Say What You've Got To Say, And Say It Hot.
When One Jumps Over The Edge, One Is Bound To Land Somewhere.
Oh The Innocent Girl In Her Maiden Teens Knows Perfectly Well What Everything Means.
The True Artist Doesn't Substitute Immorality For Morality. On The Contrary, He Always Substitutes A Finer Morality For A Grosser One.
Be A Good Animal, True To Your Animal Instincts.
One Sheds One's Sicknesses In Books - Repeats And Presents Again One's Emotions, To Be Master Of Them.
This Is The Very Worst Wickedness, That We Refuse To Acknowledge The Passionate Evil That Is In Us. This Makes Us Secret And Rotten.
Men Are Freest When They Are Most Unconscious Of Freedom. The Shout Is A Rattling Of Chains, Always Was.
Design In Art, Is A Recognition Of The Relation Between Various Things, Various Elements In The Creative Flux. You Can't Invent A Design. You Recognize It, In The Fourth Dimension. That Is, With Your Blood And Your Bones, As Well As With Your Eyes.
I Cannot Cure Myself Of That Most Woeful Of Youth's Follies - Thinking That Those Who Care About Us Will Care For The Things That Mean Much To Us.
I Am In Love - And, My God, It Is The Greatest Thing That Can Happen To A Man. I Tell You, Find A Woman You Can Fall In Love With. Do It. Let Yourself Fall In Love. If You Have Not Done So Already, You Are Wasting Your Life.
Men! The Only Animal In The World To Fear.
Oh Literature, Oh The Glorious Art, How It Preys Upon The Marrow In Our Bones. It Scoops The Stuffing Out Of Us, And Chucks Us Aside. Alas!
Never Trust The Artist. Trust The Tale. The Proper Function Of The Critic Is To Save The Tale From The Artist Who Created It.
One Could Laugh At The World Better If It Didn't Mix Tender Kindliness With Its Brutality.
Since Obscenity Is The Truth Of Our Passion Today, It Is The Only Stuff Of Art - Or Almost The Only Stuff.
The Great Living Experience For Every Man Is His Adventure Into The Woman. The Man Embraces In The Woman All That Is Not Himself, And From That One Resultant, From That Embrace, Comes Every New Action.
The Human Consciousness Is Really Homogeneous. There Is No Complete Forgetting, Even In Death.
We Have To Hate Our Immediate Predecessors To Get Free Of Their Authority.