And this is the final meaning of work: the extension of human consciousness. The lesser meaning of work is the achieving of self-preservation.
D. H. LawrenceSunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.
D. H. LawrenceOne sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.
D. H. LawrenceIt is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence.
D. H. LawrenceI believe that the highest virtue is to be happy, living in the greatest truth, not submitting to the falsehood of these personaltimes.
D. H. LawrenceThe artist usually sets out -- or used to -- to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artist's and the tale's. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper functions of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
D. H. Lawrence