Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!
D. H. LawrenceFor how can a man stand, unless he have something sure under his feet. Can a man tread the unstable water all his life, and call that standing? Better give in and drown at once.
D. H. LawrenceThere's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.
D. H. LawrenceThe essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.
D. H. Lawrence