Summer Makes A Silence After

It Is No Good My Telling You. One Never Believes Other People's Experiencem And One Is Only Very Gradually Convinced By One's Own.

I Suppose The Pleasure Of Country Life Lies Really In The Eternally Renewed Evidences Of The Determination To Live.

I Worshipped Dead Men For Their Strength, Forgetting I Was Strong.

Flowers Really Do Intoxicate Me.

I Have Come To The Conclusion, After Many Years Of Sometimes Sad Experience, That You Cannot Come To Any Conclusion At All.