We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
Cruelty was the devil, and most people were, in one way or another, cruel. Tyranny, suppression, persecution, torture, slavery, war, neglect - all were… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
To be prejudiced is the privilege of the thinking human being. ... The open mind is the empty mind. — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
Publishers of course have you altogether in their grip; if they say you must do a thing you have jolly well got to do… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
The great and recurrent question about Abroad is, is it worth the trouble of getting there? — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
Parents are untamed, excessive, potentially troublesome creatures; charming to be with for a time, in the main they must lead their own lives, independent… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
Life, for all its agonies...is exciting and beautiful, amusing and artful and endearing...and whatever is to come after it -- we shall not have… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
You point out that war is only a symptom of the whole horrid business of human behavior, and cannot be isolated. And that, even… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
I seldom meet actors, they are to me bright strange fishes swimming in an element alien to me; I feel that to meet them… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
Giving is not at all interesting; but receiving is, there is no doubt about it, delightful. — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
All sorts of articles and letters appear in the papers about women. Profound questions are raised concerning them. Should they smoke? Should they work?… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
Here is one of the points about this planet which should be remembered; into every penetrable corner of it, and into most of the… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
