...But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful...

“It is so beautiful, so exciting, this love, that I tremble on the verge of it, …”

“I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes,or what my general…”

“When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodi…”

“and really it would profit little to write down what they said, for they knew e…”