Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy--common clay, if you like--eating, breeding, workin...g, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others--the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Most good novelists have been women or homosexuals. The novel is the triumphant evolved creation, one increasingly has to think, o...f these two groups, who have cooperated more closely in this domain than in any other.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That in all times, mediocrity has dominated, that is indubitable; but that it reigns more than ever, that it is becoming absolutel...y triumphant and inhibiting, this is what is as true as it is distressing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over... all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The great novels of sex of the nineteenth century were those of Thomas Hardy. By comparison, Lawrence's books are more subtle and ...more revealing. Hardy was interested in the results of the sex impulses as they display themselves in normal life. Sex wrecks Jude; sex ennobles and ruins Tess. Lawrence is not much interested in results. When sex is triumphant in Alvina, the lost girl, the story ends. Her story is just beginning, but the only aspect that interested Lawrence has concluded. Sex in itself and for itself is his fascination, and if this makes him narrow it also makes him shrewd.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The "paper tiger" hero, James Bond, offering the whites a triumphant image of themselves, is saying what many whites want desperat...ely to hear reaffirmed: I am still the White Man, lord of the land, licensed to kill, and the world is still an empire at my feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more--the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, t...he earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort--to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires--and expires, too soon, too soon--before life itself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I grew up confidently expecting to have a profession and earn my own living, and also confidently expecting to be married and have... children. It was fifty-fifty with me. I was just as passionately determined to have children as I was to have a career. And my mother was the triumphant answer to all doubts as to the success of this double role. From my earliest memory she had more than half supported the family and yet she was supremely a mother.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »