I thought that spring must last forevermore, For I was young and loved, and it was May.
Vera BrittainThe tragedy of journalism lies in its impermanence; the very topicality which gives it brilliance condemns it to an early death. Too often it is a process of flinging bright balloons in the path of the hurricane, a casting of priceless petals upon the rushing surface of a stream.
Vera BrittainWe should never be at the mercy of Providence if only we understood that we ourselves are Providence.
Vera Brittain