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Danh ngôn của D. H. Lawrence (Sứ mệnh: 3)

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.
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
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.
Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.
Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
Men! The only animal in the world to fear.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.
Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.
Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.
The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.
The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.
I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
People always make war when they say they love peace.
You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.
The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
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.
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.
The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.
In every living thing there is the desire for love.