D. H. Lawrence

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

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

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep read more

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of read more

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice

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.