Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerMy grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerI wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their tails complementarily adjusted, their blue eyes blinking open on a single thought of when I shall remember it's their supper time. They might have been composed by Bach for two flutes.
Sylvia Townsend WarnerYou are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash; and then for a very long time you are old.
Sylvia Townsend Warner