One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

They had never struggled, and only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

At the side of the everlasting why, is a yes, and a yes, and a yes.

History develops, art stands still.

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.

Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.