If I speak of Vienna it must be in the past tense, as a man speaks of a woman he has loved and who is dead.

For my Vienna is as different from what they call Vienna now as the quick is different from the dead.

Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.

It is not because I do not love my adopted land - it is the natural feeling of one far from home, who remembers those happy, carefree days when life flowed at full tide, without responsibility, flashing past one like the drama in a fascinating story of adventure and romance.

I could not work with a girl who did not have a spiritual quality.

All the things that are in the past are in the past.