D. H. Lawrence

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. read more

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.

Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and read more

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

We need not feel ashamed of flirting with the zodiac. The zodiac is well worth flirting with.

We need not feel ashamed of flirting with the zodiac. The zodiac is well worth flirting with.