Osbert Sitwell Quotes

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They loved him, I think, because, with all his merits, he showed them to be rich: looking at his portraits, they understood at last how rich they really were.

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The Rich Man's Banquet, which was to last for a decade, had now begun: the feast, it was recognised, went to the greediest.

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We attended stables, as we attended church, in our best clothes, thereby no doubt showing the degree of respect due to horses.

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A word is the carving and coloring of a thought, and gives it permanence.

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How simple-minded of the Germans to imagine that we British could be cowed by the destruction of our ancient monuments! As though any havoc of the German bombs could possibly equal the things we have done ourselves!

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In reality, killing time
Is only the name for another of the multifarious ways
By which Time kills us.

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For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,
That scarlet tree within, which has the power
To make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.

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For forty days he went out into the desert - and never shot anything [on Jesus]

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Heroic figures are now obsolete,
So Demigod and Devil find retreat
In minds of children — as rare beasts and men,
Elsewhere extinct, persist in hill or fen
From man protected — where each form assumes
Gigantic stature and intention, looms
From wind-moved, twilight-woven histories:
For them each flower teems with mysteries.

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The British bourgeoisie
Is not born
And does not die,
But, if it is ill,
It has a frightened look in its eyes.

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Hell has a climate, but no situation. It lies in the spirit, and not in space.

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Everywhere men have unlocked the prisoners within, and from under the disguising skins the apes have leapt joyfully out.

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The terrible newly imported American doctrine that everyone ought to do something.

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The artist, like the idiot or clown, sits on the edge of the world, and a push may send him over it.

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The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy…to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.

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On the coast of Coromandel
Dance they to the tunes of Handel.

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