D. H. Lawrence

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.

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.

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out read more

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and read more

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes read more

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.