Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
D. H. LawrenceI would like [the working man] to give me back books and newspapers and theories. And I would like to give him back, in return, his old insouciance, and rich, original spontaneity and fullness of life.
D. H. LawrenceHaving achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.
D. H. Lawrence