I will wait and watch till the day of David at last shall be finished, and wisdom no more fox-faced, and the blood gets back its flame.
D. H. LawrenceThere is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
D. H. LawrenceThe Spanish wine, my God, it is foul, catpiss is champagne compared, this is the sulphurous urination of some aged horse.
D. H. Lawrence