There Are Bitter Weeds In England.

I Am Very Glad There Are Quite A Number Of People Born With A Gift And A Liking For All Of This; Like Great Chessplayers Who Play Sixteen Games At Once Blindfold And Die Quite Soon Of Epilepsy. Serve Them Right! I Hope The Mathematicians, However, Are Well Rewarded. I Promise Never To Blackleg Their Profession Nor Take The Bread Out Of Their Mouths.

One Is Quite Astonished To Find How Many Things There Are In The Landscape, And In Every Object In It, One Never Noticed Before. And This Is A Tremendous New Pleasure And Interest Which Invests Every Walk Or Drive With An Added Object. So Many Colours On The Hillside, Each Different In Shadow And In Sunlight; Such Brilliant Reflections In The Pool, Each A Key Lower Than What They Repeat; Such Lovely Lights Gilding Or Silvering Surface Or Outline, All Tinted Exquisitely With Pale Colour, Rose, Orange, Green Or Violet.

It Is Hard, If Not Impossible, To Snub A Beautiful Woman - They Remain Beautiful And The Snub Recoils.

Art Is To Beauty What Honor Is To Honesty.

Dictators Ride To And Fro Upon Tigers Which They Dare Not Dismount. And The Tigers Are Getting Hungry.