I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself. Edith Sitwell More Quotes by Edith Sitwell More Quotes From Edith Sitwell I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it. Edith Sitwell ignorance stupid patience My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence. Edith Sitwell music reading funny Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. Edith Sitwell home winter weather I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish. Edith Sitwell eels women people Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Edith Sitwell rhythm dream reality Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness. Edith Sitwell vulgarity-is god reality Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese? Edith Sitwell being-yourself secret success The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world. Edith Sitwell artist children world All great art contains an element of the irrational. Edith Sitwell irrational elements art Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind. Edith Sitwell home winter mean Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe, and restores to us forgotten paradises. Edith Sitwell eye secret heart The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves. Edith Sitwell flattery opinion encouragement Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere. Edith Sitwell knitting writing believe As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. Edith Sitwell poetry reality art In the Augustan age ... poetry was ... the sister of architecture; with the romantics, and their heightened vowel-sense, resulting in different melodic lines, she became the sister of music; in the present day, she appears like the sister of horticulture, each poem growing according to the law of its own nature. Edith Sitwell poetry age law The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves. Edith Sitwell passion fire spring The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten. Edith Sitwell poetry speak men If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry. Edith Sitwell poetry ordinary children There is no truth. Only points of view. Edith Sitwell point-of-view truth views I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy. Edith Sitwell discipline taken fire
