Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!

Quote by David Herbert Lawrence

Topics: David Herbert Lawrence Quotes

The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is...

The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is...

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get...

Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get...

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of...

The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of...

It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must...

It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must...

Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.

Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be...

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be...

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of...

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of...

I hate the actor and audience business. An author should be in among the crowd,...

I hate the actor and audience business. An author should be in among the crowd,...

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty...

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty...

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are...

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are...

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to...

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to...

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the...

California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the...

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur...

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur...

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my...

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my...

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry...

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry...

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling...

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling...