Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.
D. H. LawrenceMen are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.
D. H. LawrenceThere is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.
D. H. LawrenceShe looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.
D. H. Lawrence