Forget Not Bees In Winter, Though They

There Is Something Intrinsically Wrong About Letters. For One Thing They Are Not Instantaneous. ... Nor Is This The Only Trouble About Letters. They Do Not Arrive Often Enough. A Letter Which Has Been Passionately Awaited Should Be Immediately Supplemented By Another One, To Counteract The Feeling Of Flatness That Comes Upon Us When The Agonizing Delights Of Anticipation Have Been Replaced By The Colder Flood Of Fulfilment.

For Bees Are Captious Folk / And Quick To Turn Against The Lubber's Touch.

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 Cannot Bear That You / Should Think Me Faithful, When I Am Untrue.

Nothing Shows Up The Difference Between The Things Said Or Read, So Much As The Daily Experience Of It.