Why, I wonder, do people who at one time or another have all been young themselves, and who ought therefore to know better, generalize so suavely and so mendaciously about the golden hours of youth-that period of life when every sorrow seems permanent, and every setback insuperable?
Vera BrittainI know of no place where the wind can be as icy and the damp so penetrating as in Oxford round about Easter time.
Vera Brittain