Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones. Sylvia Townsend Warner More Quotes by Sylvia Townsend Warner More Quotes From Sylvia Townsend Warner Happiness is an immunity. Sylvia Townsend Warner immunityhappiness One cannot revoke a true happiness. Sylvia Townsend Warner true-happinesshappiness My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow. Sylvia Townsend Warner grandmothertombstonepeople I wish I could be a grandmother. It is wanton extravagance to have had a youth with no one to tell of it to when one grows old. Sylvia Townsend Warner grandparentgrandmotherwish I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends. Sylvia Townsend Warner writinghandsblood Can you suggest any suitable aspersions to spread abroad about Mrs. Thatcher? It is idle to suggest she has unnatural relations with Mrs. Barbara Castle; what is needed is something socially lower: that she eats asparagus with knife and fork, or serves instant mash potatoes. Sylvia Townsend Warner potatoesgossipknives The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon. Sylvia Townsend Warner salmonbabychildren Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier. Sylvia Townsend Warner mereflashwealth Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself. Sylvia Townsend Warner pleasureanticipationexpectations Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses. Sylvia Townsend Warner two-thingsrealtwo When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people. Sylvia Townsend Warner annoyedpeoplethinking I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children. Sylvia Townsend Warner parentagechildren Happy is the day whose history is not written down. Sylvia Townsend Warner written Slowly, with a look of intense concentration, he got up and advanced on me ... put out a front paw, and stroked my cheek as I used to stoke his chops. A human caress from a cat. I felt very meagre and ill-educated that I could not purr. Sylvia Townsend Warner catpawslooks I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras of acquaintance implicit in them; but in London they seem as charming as rabbits. Sylvia Townsend Warner maycountrypeople noise is a pollution. Sylvia Townsend Warner pollutionnoise Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire. Sylvia Townsend Warner griefknowinglove Theology, Mr. Fortune found, is a more accommodating subject than mathematics; its technique of exposition allows greater latitude. For instance when you are gravelled for matter there is always the moral to fall back upon. Comparisons too may be drawn, leading cases cited, types and antetypes analysed and anecdotes introduced. Except for Archimedes mathematics is singularly naked of anecdotes. Sylvia Townsend Warner leadershipmathfall I wasn't educated. I was very lucky. Sylvia Townsend Warner educatedlucky no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances. Sylvia Townsend Warner possibilitydisappointmentwant
