A chaos of mind and body - a time for weeping at sunsets and at the glamour of moonlight - a confusion and profusion of beliefs and hopes, in God, in Truth, in Love, and in Eternity - an ability to be transported by the beauty of physical objects - a heart to ache or swell- a joy so hoyful and a sorrow so sorrowful that oceans could lie between them.
T. H. WhiteThe most difficult thing in the world is to know how to do a thing and to watch someone else do it wrong without comment.
T. H. WhiteThe Victorians had not been anxious to go away for the weekend. The Edwardians, on the contrary, were nomadic.
T. H. WhiteLife is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness.
T. H. White