Quotes from Eleanor Scott

Oh, well," yawned Vernon, "we all know that it's you Christians who go in for whips and tortures and burnings alive. Poor degraded sensualists like myself believe in the motto 'Live and let live.

Why no!" I cried, astonished. "Adela marry! You might as well suspect a faded lettuce of falling in love.

He had been painting all day, and the spring was in his blood like a madness.

I learnt, too, that when it's the thoughts of a man that are distorted and flaming like a jungle it's the wickedest and silliest thing you can do to give his mind complete rest. Then, like a spider, his Idea (for everyone has an Idea that is the driving-power of his whole mind) begins to work and weave, out of its own substance, a filmy web that grows and tangles the mind until——