The Law likes to be argued with. Take away words and where is the Law? Silence always annoys it. Stella Benson More Quotes by Stella Benson More Quotes From Stella Benson Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive. Stella Benson familyaliveties Cows in India occupy the same position in society as women did in England before they got the vote. Woman was revered but not encouraged. Her life was one long obstacle race owing to the anxiety of man to put pedestals at her feet. While she was falling over the pedestals she was soothingly told that she must occupy a Place Apart - and indeed, so far Apart did her place prove to be that it was practically out of earshot. The cow in India finds her position equally lofty and tiresome. You practically never see a happy cow in India. Stella Benson racemenfall Sometimes I pose, but sometimes I pose as posing. Stella Benson posingpretensesometimes There are, broadly speaking, two kinds of workers in the world, the people who do all the work, and the people who think they do all the work. The latter class is generally the busiest, the former never have time to be busy. Stella Benson classtwothinking We travel because we do not know. We know that we do not know the best before we start. That is why we start. But we forget that we do not know the worst either. That is why we come back. Stella Benson worstforgettravel Call no man a foe, but never love a stranger. Stella Benson strangerlovemen Unpopularity is a excellent salve to the conscience; it is delicious to be misunderstood. Stella Benson deliciousmisunderstoodexcellent a committee, of course, exists for the purpose of damping enthusiasms. Stella Benson committeespurposeenthusiasm The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them. Stella Benson godlyflowerchange There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy castle in the air upon it, and bringing it to earth. Stella Benson airdreamclouds The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it. Stella Benson seaskymen Imagination seems to be a glory and a misery, a blessing and a curse. Adam, to his sorrow, lacked it. Eve, to her sorrow, possessed it. Had both been blessed - or cursed - with it, there would have been much keener competition for the apple. Stella Benson applesblessedblessing Music is the ethereal connection between this world and the other. Stella Benson connectionsmusic-isworld Twenty-three is said to be the prime of life by those who have reached so far and no farther. It shares this distinction with every age, from ten to three-score and ten. Stella Benson threetwentiesage What is this Charity, this clinking of money between strangers, and when did Charity cease to be a comforting and secret thing between one friend and another? Does Love make her voice heard through a committee, does Love employ an almoner to convey her message to her neighbor? ... The real Love knows her neighbor face to face, and laughs with him and weeps with him, and eats and drinks with him, so that at last, when his black day dawns, she may share with him, not what she can spare, but all that she has. Stella Benson voicereallaughing You can't discover one foot of clay on an idol without suspecting the other. Stella Benson clayidolsfeet I hope that the feeling of making poetry is not confined to the people who write it down. There is no luxury like it, and I hope we all share it. ... I am sure that the great glory of poetry in one's heart does not wait on achievement. Stella Benson luxuryheartwriting Man is potentially a son, and woman is potentially a mother; woman depends on the dependence of man. The spinster, if pathetic at all, is pathetic because she has no one to look after, not because there is no one to look after her. Bear in mind that the conventional spinster keeps a canaary as a substitute for a husband. Stella Benson husbandmotherson Los Angeles is a sophisticated city; it has no eccentricities and no heart. Stella Benson los-angelescitiesheart always there is a sort of dream of air between you and the hills of California, a veil of unreality in the intervening air. It gives the hills the bloom that peaches have, or grapes in the dew. Stella Benson californiaairdream
