Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.

- Mary Butts

Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay.

- Mary Butts

It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it.

- Mary Butts

One should be allowed to choose one's burden.

- Mary Butts

The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.

- 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,…

- Mary Butts

Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.

- Mary Butts

Art is the god you have not seen.

- 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…

- Mary Butts