“Now there is hardly anything but magic abroad before seven o'clock in the morning. Only the disciples of magic like getting their feet wet, and being furiously happy on an empty stomach.” — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
What is this Charity, this clinking of money between strangers, and when did Charity cease to be a comforting and secret thing between one… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
“My love, I see you through my tears. No pity in your face I see. I have sailed far across the years; Stretch out,… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
You want the vote so badly that you think it worth while to become hysterical over it.' 'There is not much hysteria in the… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
“That sea - that mother of a million summers, Who bore, with melody, a million springs, Shall sing for my enchantment...” — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
“My soundless feet shall fly among the runners Through the red thunders of a Zeppelin raid, My still voice cheer the Anti-Aircraft gunners, The… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
The more committees you belong to, the less of ordinary life you will understand. When your daily round becomes nothing more than a daily… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
We travel because we do not know. We know that we do not know the best before we start. That is why we start.… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
a committee, of course, exists for the purpose of damping enthusiasms. — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
You can't discover one foot of clay on an idol without suspecting the other. — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive. — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
“I want to go out into the country, I want to thread the pale Spring air, and hear the lambs cry. I want to… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
