Elizabeth BowenThinkers

Aldous Huxley is the stupid person's idea of a clever person.

Art is the only thing that can go mattering once as it has stopped hurting.

Autumn is a season that arrives in early morning, while spring at the close of a winter day.

Dressing (clothes) is the one art the unqualified must practice.

Experience is hardly experience until it begins to repeat itself.

Experience is not interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.

The Eye is where mystery lies — no object is mysterious; the mystery is your eye.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

Life is a succession of readjustments.