At different points the turns of the road brought to view the panorama of the town below and the calm sweep of the bay.
"Exquisite, isn't it ?" I said at last, with an indicative wave of the hand.
"What's the good of anything being exquisite when you feel mouldy ?" "It may help to charm away the mouldiness.

Beauty is eternal and mouldiness only temporal.

The sun will go on shining and the sea will go on changing colour long after our pains and joys have vanished from the world.

Nature is pitilessly indifferent to human emotion." "If so," she said, her intuition finding the weakness of my slipshod argument, "how can it touch human mouldiness ?" "I don't know," said I."The poets will tell you.

All you have to do is to lie on the breast of the Great Mother and your heartache will go from you.