D. H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.
Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.