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.
Edith SitwellWhen we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.
Edith SitwellIt is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.
Edith Sitwell