To 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. LawrenceWe must get back into relation, vivid and nourishing relation to the cosmos and the universe. The way is through daily ritual, andis an affair of the individual and the household, a ritual of dawn and noon and sunset, the ritual of the kindling fire and pouring water, the ritual of the first breath, and the last.
D. H. LawrenceI shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.
D. H. LawrenceThe spirit of the place is a strange thing. Our mechanical age tries to override it. But it does not succeed. In the end the strange, sinister spirit of the place, so diverse and adverse in differing places, will smash our mechanical oneness into smithereens.
D. H. Lawrence