I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we dont have complete emotions about the present, only about the past. – Virginia Woolf
If we didnt live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, Ive no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged. – Virginia Woolf