The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.
D. H. LawrenceThe soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.
D. H. LawrenceThe novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.
D. H. LawrenceAnd that is ... how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other's face.
D. H. Lawrence