Politics Are Usually The Executive Expression Of

Venice Is All Sea And Sculpture.

Belated Maternity Has Had Its Compensations; Small Children Have A Habit Of Conferring Persistent Youth Upon Their Parents, And By Their Eager Vitality Postpone The Unenterprising Cautions And Timidities Of Middle Age.

Definite Gifts Render Their Possessors Capable Of Overcoming Any Obstacle This Side Of Death; They Create An Impetus Of Far More Genuine Value Than External Advantages In Some Other Career Where The Impulse To Make Use Of Them Remains Weak Or Non-existent. The Work That One Enjoys Is The Greatest Source Of Happiness And Vitality In Life.

An Author Who Waits For The Right 'mood' Will Soon Find That 'moods' Get Fewer And Fewer Until They Cease Altogether.

I Wish Those People Who Write So Glibly About This Being A Holy War And The Orators Who Talk So Much About Going On, No Matter How Long The War Lasts And What It May Mean, Could See A Case Of Musterd Gas - The Poor Things Burnt And Blistered All Over With Great Musterd Coloured Suppurating Blisters, With Blind Eyes, All Sticky And Stuck Together, And Always Fighting For Breath, With Voices A Mere Whisper, Saying Their Throats Are Closing And They Know They Will Choke.