Occupation: Writer Birth: May 1, 1901 Death: January 27, 1945
The sense of impending disaster hung over the garden like a chandelier..
And while there is life there is always the chance that something might happen..
We carry within ourselves the direction our lives will take. Within ourselves burn the timeless, fateful stars..
In London November isn't a month, it's a state of mind..
Love preserves one moment for ever, the moment of its birth. The beloved never ages..