Life is one long struggle to disinter oneself, to keep one's head above the accumulations, the ever deepening layers of objects ... which attempt to cover one over, steadily, almost irresistibly, like falling snow. — 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
