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'' As a rule, it is better to revisit only in imagination the places which have greatly charmed us, or which, in retrospect, seem to have done so. Seem to have charmed us, I say: for the memory we form of places where we lingered bears often but a faint resemblance to the impression received at the time; what in truth may have been very moderate enjoyment shows in the distance as a keen delight. On the other hand, if memory creates no illusion, and a certain place is associated with one of the golden moments of life, it were rash to hope that another visit would repeat the experience. For it was not merely the sights that one beheld which were the cause of joy and peace; however lovely the spot, however gracious the sky, these things external would not have availed but for contributory movements of mind and heart and blood, the essentials of the man as he then was.''

'' Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live; it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. And unselfishness is letting other people's lives alone, not interfering with them. Selfishness aims at creating around it absolute uniformity. Unselfishness recognizes infinite variety as delightful, accepts it, acquiesces in it, enjoys it.''

Oscar Wilde

Sound and Surf

'' The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. Of the three, the voice of the ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied. It is a mistake to talk of the monotone of ocean or of the monotonous nature of its sound. The sea has many voices. Listen to the surf, really lend it your ears, and you will hear in it a world of sounds: hollow boomings and heavy roarings, great watery tumblings and tramplings, long hissing seethes, sharp rifle-shot reports, splashes, whispers, the grinding undertone of stones, and sometimes vocal sounds that might be the half-heard talk of people in the sea. And not only is the great sound varied in the manner of its making, it is also constantly changing its tempo, its pitch, its accent, and its rhythm, being now loud and thundering, now almost placid, now furious, now grave and solemn-slow, now a simple measure, now a rhythm monstrous with a sense of purpose and elemental will. Every mood of the wind, every change of the day's weather, every phase of the tide- all these have subtle sea music all their own.''

'' A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.''

DEMOCRACY

''A democracy which makes or even effectively prepares for modern, scientific war must necessarily cease to be democratic. No country can be really well prepared for modern war unless it is governed by a tyrant, at the head of a highly trained and perfectly obedient bureaucracy.''

HUXLEY

November

''In November the waves grew black and dashed over the sea wall on to the shore road, such summer life as had survived disappeared, and the breaches were melancholy and desolate under the mistral and rain.''