we are so little, so ignorant, so feeble an infant race crawling on a planet between immensities we haven't even begun to understand, that really we have no grounds for either congratulation or despair.
Winifred HoltbyI can't think why I was cursed with this inordinate desire to write, if the high gods weren't going to give me some more adquate means of expressing myself than that which my present pedestrian prose affords.
Winifred HoltbyThere's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly.
Winifred Holtby