Annie Charlotte Dalton

"I will be strong! then let the billows roll Far o'er my head--they cannot hurt my soul; Deeper the swell, the higher soars the crest-- I reach my haven on its boundless breast."

"The landscape, like a painted picture shone, Lined as an atlas in the window frame,In form, in character, for aye the same, But many moods writ each its tale thereon."

"We ask Thee not for quietness and rest, But for the ecstasy of endless quest; That Chief Adventure, questing for the truth, That radiant wholesomeness, immortal youth."

"Foolish, foolish Edith Sitwell sang a solo of her auntie, her rich auntie and her trumpet, such a trumpet as old ladies give to stranger- folk to blow in."

"During periods of creative work she lived in another world."