English author (1885-1930)
Melville had to fight, fight against the existing world, against his own very self. Only he would never quite put the knife in the heart of his paradisal ideal. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, love should be a fulfillment, and life should be a thing of bliss. That was his fixed ideal. Fata Morgana. That was the pin he tortured himself on, like a pinned-down butterfly.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Studies in Classic American Literature
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Lady Chatterley's Lover
From the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and ... the fulfilling of those desires is the fulfilling of creation.
D. H. LAWRENCE
"Love"
If a woman's got nothing but her fair fame to feed on, why, it's thin tack, and a donkey would die of it!
D. H. LAWRENCE
Sons and Lovers
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free from their authority.
D. H. LAWRENCE
letter to Edward Garnett, February 1, 1913
Censors are dead men
set up to judge between life and death.
For no live, sunny man would be a censor,
he'd just laugh.
D. H. LAWRENCE
"Censors"
God is only a great imaginative experience.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Phoenix: The Posthumous Papers of D. H. Lawrence
If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night.
D. H. LAWRENCE
"Grapes"
The past. The Golden Age of the past. What a nostalgia we all feel for it. Yet we don't want it when we get it. Try the South Seas.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Studies in Classic American Literature
It's autumn ... and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Sons and Lovers
Sodom and Madonna-ism are two halves of the same movement, the mere tick-tack of lust and asceticism, pietism and pornography.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Introductions and Reviews
Love was the flower of life, and blossomed unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it was found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
D. H. LAWRENCE
The Rainbow