Edith Sitwell Quotes

Mr Lewis’s pictures appeared, as a very great painter said to me, to have been painted by a mailed fist in a cotton glove.

I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her ‘a beautiful little knitter’.

The Englishwoman’s clothes, too, have improved out of all knowledge…no longer are our hats, as in Victorian days, a kind of Pageant of Empire, whereon the products of all the colonies battle for precedence.

Daisy and Lily, Lazy and silly, Walk by the shore of the wan grass sea, Talking once more ’neath a swan-bosomed tree.

The fire was furry as a bear.

Jane, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again.