“And then last, but oh, so utterly first, came George Eliot. It was in the days when her cult was at its height—thank heaven I never left her shrine!—and we used to wait outside Macmillan’s shop to seize the new… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“I like to live spaciously, but rather plainly, in large halls with great spaces and quiet libraries. I like to wake in the morning… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“Then Ruskin came. I showed him our small library. He looked at it with disapproving eyes. “ Each book ”, he said gravely, “… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“Life does not cease when you are old, it only suffers a rich change. You go on loving, only your love, instead of a… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“It was worth many hardships to see forty German professors try to mount forty recalcitrant mules. My own horseman¬ ship, as already hinted, is… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant time. It is true that you are quietly shouldered off the stage, but then you… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“Nowadays it seems you learn only what is reasonable and relevant. I went to Rome with a young friend, educated on the latest lines,… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“And then last, but oh, so utterly first, came George Eliot. It was in the days when her cult was at its height—thank heaven… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“I mention these ritual dances, this ritual drama, this bridge between art and life, because it is things like these that I was all… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“Greek writers of the fifth century B.C. have a way of speaking of, an attitude towards, religion, as though it were wholly a thing… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“When I first came to London I became a Life Member of the London Library. London life was costly, but I felt that, if… — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
“There was an odd rule throughout the College that no girl might buy a book.” — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
Paganism is the worship of life itself in its supreme mysteries of ecstasy and love. — Jane Ellen Harrison Copy Share Image
