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Rebecca West
Irish
Author
About the author
Just how difficult it is to write biography can be reckoned by anybody who sits down and considers just how many people know the real truth about his or her love affairs.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Love
#People
#Truth
#Biography
Journalism: an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Ability
#Challenge
#Space
It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Passion
#Soul
#Duty
It is sometimes very hard to tell the difference between history and the smell of skunk.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#History
#Difference
People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#People
There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Conversation
#Illusion
A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Life
#Men
#Hatred
All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Men
#Nations
#Treason
Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Work
#Art
#Argument
#Artist
Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Destruction
#Hypocrisy
He is every other inch a gentleman.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Gentleman
Humanity is never more sphinxlike than when it is expressing itself.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Humanity
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#People
#Feminism
I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#People
International relationships are preordained to be clumsy gestures based on imperfect knowledge.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Relationships
#Knowledge
I write books to find out about things.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Books
I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#People
#Wonder
#Wrong
A copy of the universe is not what is required of art; one of the damned things is ample.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Art
#Universe
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#War
#Science
#Military
#Astrology
#Astronomy
Great music is in a sense serene; it is certain of the values it asserts.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Sense
#Music
#Values
God forbid that any book should be banned. The practice is as indefensible as infanticide.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#God
#Practice
Everyone realizes that one can believe little of what people say about each other. But it is not so widely realized that even less can one trust what people say about themselves.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#People
#Trust
Did St. Francis preach to the birds? Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to the cats.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Birds
#Cats
But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Example
#Tears
Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Being
#Motherhood
Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Man
#Taste
There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Will
Writing has nothing to do with communication between person and person, only with communication between different parts of a person's mind.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Nothing
#Writing
#Mind
#Communication
We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Comfort
There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Experience
#Universe
#Yawns
Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Life
#Will
#Soul
#Desire
#Struggle
#Nobility
There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Art
#Reason
#Intelligence
#Mob
The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Trouble
#Man
The memory, experiencing and re-experiencing, has such power over one's mere personal life, that one has merely lived.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Life
#Power
#Memory
The main difference between men and women is that men are lunatics and women are idiots.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Men
#Difference
#Women
#Idiots
The American struggle for the vote was much more difficult than the English for the simple reason that it was much more easy.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Reason
#American
#English
#Vote
#Struggle
It is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Disaster
#Vices
Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.
Rebecca West,
Irish
Author
#Earth
#Wounds