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It Is Never Quite Safe To Think We Have Done With Life. When We Imagine We Have Finished Our Story Fate Has A Trick Of Turning The Page And Showing Us Yet Another Chapter.

It Was In The Spring That Josephine And I Had First Loved Each Other, Or, At Least, Had First Come Into The Full Knowledge That We Loved. I Think That We Must Have Loved Each Other All Our Lives, And That Each Succeeding Spring Was A Word In The Revelation Of That Love, Not To Be Understood Until, In The Fullness Of Time, The Whole Sentence Was Written Out In That Most Beautiful Of All Beautiful Springs.

It Was Really Dreadful To Be So Different From Other People…and Yet Rather Wonderful, Too, As If You Were A Being Strayed From Another Star.

[o]ne Can Dream So Much Better In A Room Where There Are Pretty Things.

What Had Seemed Easy In Imagination Was Rather Hard In Reality.