I Thought That Spring Must Last Forevermore,

There Is An Abiding Beauty Which May Be Appreciated By Those Who Will See Things As They Are And Who Will Ask For No Reward Except To See.

Few Things Are More Rewarding Than A Child's Open Uncalculating Devotion.

So Many People Seem To Imagine That Because The Actual Tools Of Writing Are Easily Accessible, It Is Less Difficult Than The Other Arts. This Is Entirely An Illusion.

It Is Probably True To Say That The Largest Scope For Change Still Lies In Men's Attitude To Women, And In Women's Attitude To Themselves.

I Wish Those People Who Write So Glibly About This Being A Holy War And The Orators Who Talk So Much About Going On, No Matter How Long The War Lasts And What It May Mean, Could See A Case Of Musterd Gas - The Poor Things Burnt And Blistered All Over With Great Musterd Coloured Suppurating Blisters, With Blind Eyes, All Sticky And Stuck Together, And Always Fighting For Breath, With Voices A Mere Whisper, Saying Their Throats Are Closing And They Know They Will Choke.