crawling about the floor like half-dead November flies is one thing, and dancing reels another. — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
if you take passionate interest in a subject, it is hard not to believe yourself specially equipped for it. — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
No doubt other writers have often put a thing more brilliantly, more subtly than even a very cunning artist in words can hope to… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
If some people are right, artists are put into this world not to practice their art, but to talk about it. And judging by… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
The habit some writers indulge in of perpetual quotation is one it behooves lovers of good literature to protest against, for it is an… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs; because I generally dress in tweeds, and sometimes, at winter afternoon concerts, have even… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
If a young dog strays up the aisle during church no one says anything, no one does anything, but, none the less, he soon… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
I have often noticed that when Fate has a phenomenal run of ill luck in store for you, she begins by dropping a rare… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
I loved dancing with a delirious 'I wish I could die' passion, especially when the music appealed to me ... but alas! only one… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
I can imagine nothing more tiresome than always to speak of people as if they were listening at the door. — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
night after night I went to sleep murmuring, 'To-morrow I will be easy, strong, quick, supple, accurate, dashing and self-controlled all at once!' For… — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
no one is more trustworthy than the repentant sinner who has been found out. — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
the majority of critical, and plenty of uncritical, readers find quotations a bore. — Ethel Smyth Copy Share Image
