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

Categorized in : Law Age Poetry

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of i... by Edith Sitwell

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.

ignorance stupid patience

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence. by Edith Sitwell

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

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.

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.

eels women people

Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and real... by Edith Sitwell

Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.

rhythm dream reality

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descen... by Edith Sitwell

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

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?

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.

artist children world

All great art contains an element of the irrational. by Edith Sitwell

All great art contains an element of the irrational.

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.

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.

eye secret heart

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am t... by Edith Sitwell

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

modesty time thinking

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.

flattery opinion encouragement

Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.

knitting writing believe

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the dei... by Edith Sitwell

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.

poetry reality art

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.

passion fire spring

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they... by Edith Sitwell

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

poetry speak men

If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.

poetry ordinary children

There is no truth. Only points of view. by Edith Sitwell

There is no truth. Only points of view.

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.

discipline taken fire