Category Archives: Prose

The Strength Of Ideas: Georges Duhamel

Great ideas have such radiant strength. They cross space and time like avalanches: they carry along with them whatever they touch. They are the only riches that one shares without ever dividing them. Georges Duhamel The Heart’s Domain Advertisements

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Hoarding: Muriel Spark

I am a hoarder of two things: documents and trusted friends. Muriel Spark 1918- 2006 Curriculum Vitae (1992) I knew I hoarded trusted friends but one of the things you discover when you move house is how many scraps of … Continue reading

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Professionals and Amateurs: James Agate

A professional is a man who can do his job when he doesn’t feel like it. An amateur is a man who can’t do his job when he does feel like it. James Agate 1877-1947 Diary 16 July 1945

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Alice Keppel: Mrs Ronnie Greville

To hear Alice talk about her escape from France, one would think she had swum the Channel, with her maid between her teeth. Mrs Ronnie Greville (d.1942) Diary of Chips Channon, 19 August 1940 The image, via Wikimedia, is a … Continue reading

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Cruelty To Animals: Queen Victoria

Nothing brutalizes people more than cruelty to animals, and to dogs, who are the companions of man, it is especially revolting. The Queen is sorry to say, that she thinks the English are inclined to be more cruel to animals … Continue reading

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The Trouble Of Women To Men (And Vice Versa): Sir John Vanbrugh

When once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her body. Sir John Vanbrugh The Relapse The image, via Wikimedia, is of ‘The Kiss’ in The Relapse by William Powell Frith … Continue reading

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The Purpose Of Human Life: D H Lawrence

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre. D H Lawrence Selected Essays

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Street Entertainers: W H Auden

When I was a child, the streets of any city were full of street vendors and street entertainers of every kind, and of the latter the Italian organ-grinder with his monkey was one of the most endearing. Today, officialdom seems … Continue reading

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Married Life: Logan Pearsall-Smith

It is a small matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each other’s stories; for if they did not, they would burst. Logan Pearsall-Smith Afterthoughts The image is copyright: Everett Collection  via Shutterstock

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Advice To Those Tempted By Hyperbole: ‘Don’t!’ – C S Lewis

Don’t say it was delightful; make us say delightful when we’ve read the description. You see, all those words (horrifying, wonderful, hideous, exquisite) are only like saying to your readers:  ‘Please will you do the job for me.’ C.S. Lewis

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