If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof, there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time, which is passing, with strength which is only too limited. Beatrice Webb It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity. Beatrice Webb
It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity. Beatrice Webb