But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we'll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin.
Katherine MansfieldLetters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.
Katherine MansfieldI think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and itโs too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of oneโs being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvellously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.
Katherine Mansfield