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
home europe worn
Europe is, perhaps, the least worn-out of the continents, because it is the most lived in. A place that is lived in lives.
war heart home
The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.
courage home soul
The great home of the soul is the open road.
sweet war home
The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.
sleep home two
In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.
home evening anxious
I see a redness suddenly come Into the evening's anxious breast-- 'Tis the wound of love goes home!
christian greatness past venture
I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.... I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.
blowing blows direction fine wind
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! / A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
almost knew open patches soothing trees
I never knew how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree-presences - it is almost like having another being
feelings individual man mass men purely thoughts tiniest touch
No man is or can be purely individual. The mass of men have only the tiniest touch of individuality: if any. The mass of men live and move, think and feel collectively, and have practically no individual emotions, feelings or thoughts at all. They ar
peace possess
Take nothing, to say: I have it! For you can possess nothing, not even peace.
america denied deny life mechanical rome
Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life As Rome denied Etruria And mechanical America Montezuma still
deny
Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life.
life
There is no such thing as sin. There is only life and anti-life.