Life was a series of messes, and one spent one's time cleaning them up; if one had any heart at all one also gave a part of one's time to cleaning up those of other people. — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
Jane had that happy disposition which would like to imagine that every one really wishes the well-being of his neighbour and struggles, though sometimes… — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
Neither situations nor people can be altered by the interference of an outsider. If they are to be altered, that alteration must come from… — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
Every hen thinks she has laid the best egg! Can we not all believe as we choose? But the choice of others - what… — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
If money had been the way to save the world, Christ himself would have been rich. — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
When you know a person particularly well, you cannot escape their ruffled feelings. — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
Poets, when they write of love, give themselves and everyone else away! — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
death ... is not a great affair! Think - it happens once only - to each of us - as birth does. What do… — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
Taboos on the human heart are more dangerous than any risk we run by using our emotions. Sensation is the life of man; it… — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
... one pets what one degrades; and one has to support what one has enfeebled — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
Truth is no man's slave - but lies - what magnificent servants they make. — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
Marriage! ... Why, it is like living in a thimble with a hippopotamus! — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
