Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.

Lord I disbelieve - help thou my unbelief.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.

Unless we remember we cannot understand.

Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.

Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

Don't go fighting against the Spring.