"My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of all."

Next Quote

The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.

— D. H. Lawrence