107 Quotes By D. H. Lawrence, The Man Of Letters
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
The proper study of mankind is man in his relation to his deity.
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.
One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.
Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.
Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.
The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.
There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.
Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.
The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.
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.
Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
God doesn't know things. He is things.
Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got.
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.
The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
Only in a novel are all things given full play.
One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.
One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.
I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.
