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D. H. Lawrence

  • Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

  • The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

  • Art - speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day. And that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.

  • While we live, let us live.

  • Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?

  • Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

  • You have striven so hard, and so long, to compel life. Can't you now slowly change, and let life slowly drift into you... let the invisible life steal into you and slowly possess you.

  • It is our business to go as we are impelled.

  • One realm we have never conquered: the pure present.

  • But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

  • Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

  • I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

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

  • I never know how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.

  • What you intuitively desire, that is possible to you.

  • All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

  • 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.

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