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Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.

Sylvia Townsend Warner

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Sylvia Townsend Warner
Age: 84 †
Born: 1893
Born: December 6
Died: 1978
Died: May 1
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Silvia Warner
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Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.
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Love amazes, but it does not surprise.
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She was heavier than he expected - women always are.
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Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself.
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... possessiveness cannot accept it cannot even strike a fair bargain it has to confer.
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I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends.
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In the morning I had decided that henceforth I only cared for easy loves. It is so degrading to have to persuade people into liking one, or one's works.
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To think of losing is to lose already.
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One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train of thought. They drove me distracted while I was having influenza, gazing at me with large eyes and saying: O Sylvia, you are so ill, you'll soon be dead. And who will feed us then? Feed us now!
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The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.
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Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.
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One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.
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When other helpers fail and comforts flee, when the senses decay and the mind moves in a narrower and narrower circle, when the grasshopper is a burden and the postman brings no letters, and even the Royal Family is no longer quite what it was, an obituary column stands fast.
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[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.
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I wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their tails complementarily adjusted, their blue eyes blinking open on a single thought of when I shall remember it's their supper time. They might have been composed by Bach for two flutes.
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General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.
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