Edith Sitwell
Edith Sitwell
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell DBEwas a British poet and critic and the eldest of the three literary Sitwells...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 September 1877
mother simple men
Picasso was a delightful, kindly, friendly, simple little man. When I met him he was extremely excited and overjoyed that his mother-in-law had just died, and he was looking forward to the funeral.
happiness mean would-be
By 'happiness' I do not mean worldly success or outside approval, though it would be priggish to deny that both these things are most agreeable. I mean the inner consciousness, the inner conviction that one is doing well the thing that one is best fitted to do by nature.
dream reality light
Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning. Rhythm was described by Schopenhauer as melody deprived of its pitch.
alcohol littles drink
Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.
dying good-health very-good
I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.
cat heaven legs
My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table.
heart poetry great-poet
All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart ...
life hymns glory
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
thinking frustration envy
When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.
reality men use
As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
men thinking smell
I'm not the man to balk at a low smell, I not the man to insist on asphodel. This sounds like a He-fellow, don't you think? It sounds like that. I belch, I bawl, I drink.
believe writing virginia
Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.
children artist world
The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.
patience stupid ignorance
I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.