Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.
Elizabeth Bowen (7 June 1899 - 22 February 1973) was an Irish-British novelist and short story writer notable for her books about the "big house" of Irish landed Protestants as well her fiction about life in wartime London.