Quotes from D.H.Lawrence

He talked to her endlessly about his love of horizontals: how they, the great levels of sky and land in Lincolnshire, meant to him the eternality of the will, just as the bowed Norman arches of the church, repeating themselves, meant the dogged leaping forward of the persistent human soul, on and on, nobody knows where; in contradiction to the perpendicular lines and to the Gothic arch, which, he said, leapt up at heaven and touched the ecstasy and lost itself in the divine.

Do you like singing? Miriam asked her. If it is good, she said. Paul, of course, coloured. You mean if it is high-class and trained? he said. I think a voice needs training before the singing is anything, she said. You might as well insist on having people's voices trained before you allowed them to talk, he replied. Really, people sing for their own pleasure, as a rule. And it may be for other people's discomfort.

O the stale old dogs who pretend to guard the morals of the masses, how smelly they make the great back-yard wetting after everyone that passes.