Maxioms by D. H. Lawrence
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. read more
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
You'll never succeed in idealizing hard work. Before you can dig mother earth you've got to take off your ideal read more
You'll never succeed in idealizing hard work. Before you can dig mother earth you've got to take off your ideal jacket. The harder a man works, at brute labor, the thinner becomes his idealism, the darker his mind.
The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my read more
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.
The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.
The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.
My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
