Oh, That's The Beauty Of The Rose,

There Is Something Frank And Joyous And Young In The Open Face Of The Country. It Gives Itself Ungrudgingly To The Moods Of The Season, Holding Nothing Back.

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.

Let People Go On Talking As They Like, And We Will Go On Living As We Think Best.

The Qualities Of A Second-rate Writer Can Easily Be Defined, But A First-rate Writer Can Only Be Experienced. It Is Just The Thing In Him Which Escapes Analysis That Makes Him First-rate.

When Kindness Has Left People, Even For A Few Moments, We Become Afraid Of Them, As If Their Reason Had Left Them.