Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom. - Vita Sackville-West

but no one except a cad likes to reflect that he has been loved more than he has loved. It produces an uneasy though quite unreasonable sense of guilt. So Sebastian went himself to fetch his hat.

There had been no moments when she could differentiate and say: Then, at such a moment, I love him; and again, Then, at such another, I loved him not. The stress had been constant. her love for him had been a straight black line drawn right through her life. It had hurt her, it had damaged her, it had diminished her, but she had been unable to curve away from it.

Small pleasures must correct great tragedies, therefore of gardens in the midst of war I bold tell.