The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.
D. H. LawrenceTo every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.
D. H. LawrenceImitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
D. H. Lawrence