Satire exists for the purpose of killing the social being [for the sake of] the true individual, the real human being.
D. H. LawrenceSing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.
D. H. LawrenceReach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.
D. H. Lawrence