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“You have an independent income, the only thing that never lets you down.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“In Paris at any rate she felt a bit of sensuality still. But what a weary, tired, worn-out sensuality. Worn-out for lack of tenderness. Oh! Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig! Ah, these manly he-men, these flâneurs, the oglers, these eaters of good dinners! How weary they were! weary, worn-out for lack of a little tenderness, given and taken.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“But you never believed in your women. You don't even believe really in me,' she said.
`I don't know what believing in a woman means.'
`That's it, you see!'
She still was curled on his lap. But his spirit was grey and absent, he was not there for her. And everything she said drove him further.
`But what doyou believe in?' she insisted.
`I don't know.'
`Nothing, like all the men I've ever known,' she said.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“He hated you for what you said: that his tubified art is sentimental and self-important.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover