David Herbert Richards Lawrence, 1885 - 1930
Born: 11 September 1885, Eastwood, Nottinghamshire, England, UK
Died: 2 March 1930, Vence, France
The prolific, and sometimes scandalous, poet and novelist was raised at Eastwood and Nottingham, then worked as a school teacher. After gaining his full teaching credentials he moved to London in 1908 and soon found a publisher for his work. In 1912 he met Frieda Weekley, while living with her in Germany he was accused of being an English spy. The couple moved to Italy and by the outbreak of World War I she had secured a divorce, they had returned to England, and married. In Cornwall Lawrence was accused of signaling German submarines from their home and in 1915 The Rainbow was suppressed for alleged obscenity, his first official issue with censorship. When war ended, Lawrence continued to publish but the couple returned to the Continent, spent most of a year getting to the US by way of Australia and Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), making only two brief visits to England during the rest of his life. Lawrence was plagued by ill health throughout his life, suffering severe cases of pneumonia and influenza followed by extensive recoveries, contracted malaria and tuberculosis in 1925, succumbing to TB at age 44. Of his many works, he is probably best known for Lady Chatterley's Lover which he wrote in 1928 but was immediately banned and was not legally published until 1959 in the US and 1960 in the UK, although private copies were widely circulated.
Additional quotes from Wikiquote. Wikiquote entries are "sourced" and may include items longer than those included here, particularly for poets, lyricists, and dramatists.
D. H. Lawrence quotes:
Click here to find books by D. H. Lawrence at Amazon.com
- A man gradually formulates his religion, be it what it may. A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification. So I contend that true Socialism is religion; that honest, fervent politics are religion; that whatever a man will labor for earnestly and in some measure unselfishly is religion. permalink
letter to Rev. Robert Reid (3 December 1907)
- A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification. permalink
- All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing. permalink
- All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true. permalink
- America exhausts the springs of one's soul — I suppose that's what it exists for. It lives to see all real spontaneity expire. But anyhow it doesn't grind on an old nerve as Europe seems to. permalink
letter to J. Middleton Murry (24 September 1923)
- And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time. permalink
"Nathaniel Hawthorne and The Scarlet Letter" in Studies in Classic American Literature (1923)
- 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. permalink
- Be a good animal, true to your instincts. permalink
The White Peacock (1911)
- Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot. permalink
Studies in Classic American Literature (1923)
- But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions. permalink
- California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort. I don’t want to live here, but a stay here rather amuses me. It’s sort of crazy-sensible. permalink
letter to J. Middleton Murry (24 September 1923)
- Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to. permalink
- Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror. permalink
- Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion. permalink
- Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes. permalink
Please report any problems on this page! If you see any typos, incorrect attributions, deformed characters, or any other problem with this page, we want to fix it as soon
as possible. Please click here to report errors.
Note: Do not use titles in author searches, we don't use them, including president, senator, prime minister, king, queen, saint, or doctor, or abbreviations thereof. See explanation here.