Edward Frederic "E. F." Benson (24 July 1867 – 29 February 1940) was an English novelist, biographer, memoirist, archaeologist and short story writer.
An idea so luminous flashed across her brain that she almost thought the room had leaped into light.
Emotionally, I have no picture-book illustrated with memories of my first five years, but externally, I have impressions that possess a haunting vividness comparable only to the texture of dreams, when dreams are tumultuously alive.
The hours of the morning between breakfast and lunch were the time which the inhabitants of Riseholme chiefly devoted to spying on each other.
There's many things in this world that will depress you, and make you good for nothing, if you take them seriously, and that cheer you up if you don't.
. . . vicinity to the sea is desirable, because it is easier to do nothing by the sea than anywhere else, and because bathing and basking on the shore cannot be considered an employment but only an apotheosis of loafing. ("Expiation")
When one is happy there is no time to be fatigued; being happy engrosses the whole attention.
Vermouth always makes me brilliant unless it makes me idiotic.
Barbara Eden
Brian Weiss
Irving Berlin
Carlos Condit
Ethel Barrymore
Peter Claver
William C. Menninger
Henry Pierson Crowe
Nasim Pedrad
Allan McNish
Jeff Dunham
William Cranch Bond