Goodness comes from within, 6655321. Goodness is something chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man.
Then there was like quiet and we were full of like hate, so smashed what was left to be smashed.
The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.
Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?
In a story you had to find a reason, but real life gets on very well without even Freudian motivations.
I am everyone's friend,'I said.'Except to my enemies.
Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you enuch jelly, thou
An eye for an eye, I say. If someone hits you you hit back, do you not? Why then should not the State, very severely hit by you brutal hooligans, not hit back also? But the new view is to say no. The...
Ya no es un malhechor. Tampoco es una criatura capaz de una elección moral.
What’s this for?’ I said. And this veck replied, interrupting his like song an instant, that it was to keep my gulliver still and make me look at the screen. ‘But,’ I said, ‘I want to look at the scre...
What's it going to be then, eh?
What sort of world is it at all? Men on the moon and men spinning round the earth like it might be midges round a lamp, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law nor order no more.
Unfortunately there is so much original sin in us all that we find evil rather attractive. To devastate is easier and more spectacular than to create.
There was no trust anywhere in the world, O my brothers, the way I could see it.
There she was, welcoming him in, farting prrrrrrp like ten thousand earthquakes, belching arrrp and og like a million volcanoes, while the whole universe roared with approving laughter. She swung tits...
The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets threewise silverflamed,
I was cured alright.
I can't accept that a work of fiction should be either immoral or moral. It should merely show the world as it is and have no moral bias.
How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.
But if you eat this chap who's God,' said Llewelyn stoutly, 'how can it be horrible? If it's alright to eat God why is it horrible to eat Jim Whittle?' 'Because,' said Dymphna reasonably, ' if you eat...