Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present? D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence Money is the seal and stamp of success. D. H. Lawrence seals stamps money Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep. D. H. Lawrence toil book art You must drop all your democracy. You must not believe in ''the people.'' One class is no better than another. It must be a case of Wisdom, or Truth. Let the working classes be working classes. That is the truth. There must be an aristocracy of people who have wisdom, and there must be a Ruler: a Kaiser: no Presidents and democracies. D. H. Lawrence class believe people Love's a dog in a manger. D. H. Lawrence dog love We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America -- as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and we're rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong. D. H. Lawrence mistake running moving I am a man and alive. For this reason I am a novelist. And, being a novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, te scientist, the philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits of man alive, but never get the whole hog....Only in the novel are all things given full play. D. H. Lawrence novelists play men The artist usually sets out -- or used to -- to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artist's and the tale's. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper functions of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it. D. H. Lawrence artist two way Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art -- or almost the only stuff. D. H. Lawrence passion literature art Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her. D. H. Lawrence oneness perfect love But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea. D. H. Lawrence cliffs seeds sea I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor. D. H. Lawrence orange cheer thinking 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. D. H. Lawrence outsiders doe art When the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only in appearance. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst. D. H. Lawrence emotional soul thinking You've got to know yourself so you can at last be yourself. D. H. Lawrence finding-yourself being-yourself discovery Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing. D. H. Lawrence stars darkness night But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in. D. H. Lawrence giving peace mean I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster. D. H. Lawrence disaster enemy I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.. I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done. D. H. Lawrence greatness christian past If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down. D. H. Lawrence moon knows fall She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her. D. H. Lawrence denied able
