“I know now, what I didn’t then, that affection can’t always be expressed in calm, orderly, articulate ways; and that one cannot prescribe the form it should take for anyone else.”
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“I know now, what I didn’t then, that affection can’t always be expressed in calm, orderly, articulate ways; and that one cannot prescribe the form it should take for anyone else.”



“We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on a belfry floor, a remembered voice, the touch of a hand, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass.”
“Dedicating the new museum to ‘the cause of peace,’ FDR took up the theme that Barr had been pushing ever since his initial encounters with Nazism: the essential connection between modern art and liberal government. ‘The arts cannot thrive except where men are free to be themselves and to be in charge of the discipline of their own energies and ardors,’ Roosevelt said. ‘The conditions for democracy and for art are one and the same.’”
“If I withdrew my friendship from everyone who had spoken ill of me, my address book would be empty!”
“Principles are like prayers; noble, of course, but awkward at a party.”

“Rosamund has no interest in French. If she wishes to be understood by a foreigner, she shouts.”
“‘Lie’ is so unmusical a word.”
“You don’t mind my taking over the flowers, do you? Cora’s flowers always look more suited to a first communion…in southern Italy.”