“If I could have my life over again, I would devote it not to art or literature, but to language. Life itself may hit one hard, but always, always one can take sanctuary in language. Language is as much an… — 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
