Take my camel, dear,' said my aunt Dot, climbing down from that animal on her return from high Mass.
Rose MacaulayThe last sin, the sin against the Holy Ghost - to lie to oneself. Lying to other people - that's a small thing in comparison.
Rose MacaulaySleeping in a bed -- it is, apparently, of immense importance. Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarchical.
Rose MacaulayOne never feels such distaste for one's countrymen and countrywomen as when one meets them abroad.
Rose MacaulayThe ascendancy over men's minds of the ruins of the stupendous past, the past of history, legend and myth, at once factual and fantastic, stretching back and back into ages that can but be surmised, is half-mystical in basis. The intoxication, at once so heady and so devout, is not the romantic melancholy engendered by broken towers and mouldered stones; it is the soaring of the imagination into the high empyrean where huge episodes are tangled with myths and dreams; it is the stunning impact of world history on its amazed heirs.
Rose Macaulay