In the end, for congenial sympathy, for poetry, for work, for original feeling and expression, for perfect companionship with one's friends--give me the country.
D. H. LawrenceBut the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.
D. H. LawrenceYou love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.
D. H. Lawrence