D. H. Lawrence

London seems to me like some hoary massive underworld, a hoary ponderous inferno. The traffic pours through the rigid grey streets like the rivers of hell . . .

We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive - and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

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.