Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.
One should be allowed to choose one's burden. - Mary Butts
One should be allowed to choose one's burden.
- Mary Butts
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay. - Mary Butts
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay.
If it is true that it is the simplicity of the Einsteinian formulae which constitutes their difficulty, that they are so obvious as to escape notice,… - Mary Butts
If it is true that it is the simplicity of the Einsteinian formulae which constitutes their difficulty, that they are so obvious as to escape notice,…
Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again. - Mary Butts
The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told. - Mary Butts
The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.
It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it. - Mary Butts
It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it.
Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage. - Mary Butts
Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.
I cannot remember a time when I was not enraptured or tortured by words. Always there have been words which, sometimes for their sound alone, sometim… - Mary Butts
I cannot remember a time when I was not enraptured or tortured by words. Always there have been words which, sometimes for their sound alone, sometim…
Art is the god you have not seen. - Mary Butts
Art is the god you have not seen.
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