Serenity Of Spirit And Turbulence Of Action

Travel Is In Sad Case. It Is Uncomfortable, It Is Expensive; It Is A Source Of Annoyance To Our Friends, And Of Loneliness To Ourselves.

I Just Miss You, In A Quite Simple Desperate Human Way. Oh My Dear, I Can’t Be Clever And Stand-offish With You: I Love You Too Much For That. Too Truly.you Have No Idea How Stand-offish I Can Be With People I Don’t Love. I Have Brought It To A Fine Art. But You Have Broken Down My Defences. And I Don’t Really Resent It.

What Is Beautiful Is Good, And Who Is Good Will Soon Be Beautiful.

Tools Have Their Own Integrity.

Travel Is A Private Pleasure, Since It Consists Entirely Of Things Felt And Things Seen.