I Suppose The Pleasure Of Country Life

Travel Is In Sad Case. It Is Uncomfortable, It Is Expensive; It Is A Source Of Annoyance To Our Friends, And Of Loneliness To Ourselves.

It Isn't That I Don't Like Sweet Disorder, But It Has To Be Judiciously Arranged.

Serenity Of Spirit And Turbulence Of Action Should Make Up The Sum Of A Man's Life.

Prose Is A Poor Thing, A Poor Inadequate Thing, Compared With Poetry Which Says So Much More In Shorter Time.

Violence, Passion, Indignation, Loyalty, Integrity, Incorruptibility, Shameless Egoism, Generosity, Excitability, Energy, A Hundred Horse-power Drive - None Of It Very Subtle: Ethel [smyth] Didn't Deal In Pastel Shades, She Went For The Stronger Colors, The Blood-red, Anything Deep And Pumping Out Of The Arteries Of The Heart.