Princess Elizabeth Bibesco (1897 – 1945)
English writer and poet, active between 1921 and 1940.
Prince Antoine Bibesco, when asked (by her mother, Margot Asquith) why his wife didn't do more "good works", such as visiting a hospital, replied, "Dearest Margot, Elizabeth visits a hospital three times a week, with the result that the lame walk, the blind see, and the dumb would speak if they could get a word in edgeways."
Life more often teaches us how to perfect our weaknesses than how to develop our strengths.
We learn nothing by being right.
To regret your sins of commission as much as your sins of omission is to prove yourself a most unworthy sinner.
Perfect moments don't turn into half-hours.
Death is part of this life and not of the next.
My soul has gained the freedom of the night.
I always felt a deep malaise in her — her writing and the fluctuations of her brilliant and esoteic conversation led her everywhere but to self-satisfaction.
Winter draws what summer paints.
To be on a pedestal is to be in a corner.
Miss Asquith, who was probably unsurpassed in intelligence by any of her contemporaries ... looked like a lovely figure in an Italian fresco.
Each play worth seeing should be watched a second time on the faces of the audience.
Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting.
A brilliant woman whose perpetual wit made my head swim.
She is pasty and podgy, with the eyes of a currant bun, suddenly protruding with animation.
It is easier to be generous than to be just.
Princess Bibesco delighted in a semi-ideal world — a world which, though having a counterpart in her experience, was to a great extent brought into being by her own temperament and, one might say, flair.
Of what help is anyone who can only be approached with the right words?
Our losses should frequently be put on the credit side.
The image of ourselves in the minds of others is the picture of a stranger we shall never see.