Venice Is All Sea And Sculpture.

Why, I Wonder, Do People Who At One Time Or Another Have All Been Young Themselves, And Who Ought Therefore To Know Better, Generalize So Suavely And So Mendaciously About The Golden Hours Of Youth-that Period Of Life When Every Sorrow Seems Permanent, And Every Setback Insuperable?

I Don't Think Victory Over Death... Is Anything So Superficial As A Person Fulfilling Their Normal Span Of Life. It Can Be Twofold; A Victory Over Death By The Man Who Faces It For Himself Without Fear, And A Victory By Those Who, Loving Him, Know That Death Is But A Little Thing Compared With The Fact That He Lived And Was The Kind Of Person He Was.

However Deep Our Devotion May Be To Parents Or To Children, It Is Our Contemporaries Alone With Whom Understanding Is Instinctive And Entire.

Venice Is All Sea And Sculpture.

I Know Of No Place Where The Wind Can Be As Icy And The Damp So Penetrating As In Oxford Round About Easter Time.