Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
Olive SchreinerAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: south african
- Born: March 24, 1855
- Died: December 11, 1920
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