Whatever a human being makes and makes live, it lives because of the life he puts into it.
D. H. LawrenceNever trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
D. H. LawrenceThe trains roared by like projectiles level on the darkness, fuming and burning, making the valley clang with their passage. They were gone, and the lights of the towns and villages glittered in silence.
D. H. LawrenceBehold then Septimus Dodge returning to Dodge-town victorious. Not crowned with laurel, it is true, but wreathed in lists of things he has seen and sucked dry. Seen and sucked dry, you know: Venus de Milo, the Rhine or the Coliseum: swallowed like so many clams, and left the shells.
D. H. Lawrence