Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?
D. H. LawrenceThe Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?
D. H. LawrenceIf we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy irreverence, it remains a disgusting slough, where each one of us goes so thoroughly disguised in dirt that we are all alike and indistinguishab
D. H. LawrenceAll that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
D. H. Lawrence