No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.
D. H. LawrenceThey were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.
D. H. LawrenceIf you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.
D. H. LawrenceHow ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.
D. H. Lawrence