Maxioms by D. H. Lawrence
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.
In every living thing there is the desire for love.
In every living thing there is the desire for love.
It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and read more
It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness read more
But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in. - Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
