The Moon Hung Over The Planet Earth,

Edith Sitwell's Interest In Art Was Largely Confined To Portraits Of Herself.

Whatever Sympathy I Feel Towards Religions, Whatever Admiration For Some Of Their Adherents, Whatever Historical Or Biological Necessity I See In Them, Whatever Metaphorical Truth, I Cannot Accept Them As Credible Explanations Of Reality; And They Are Incredible To Me In Proportion To The Degree That They Require My Belief In Positive Human Attributes And Intervenient Powers In Their Divinities.

It Is Not Only Species Of Animal That Die Out, But Whole Species Of Feeling. And If You Are Wise You Will Never Pity The Past For What It Did Not Know, But Pity Yourself For What It Did.

An Aphorism Is A Generalization, Therefore Not Modern.

The Supposed Great Misery Of Our Century Is The Lack Of Time.