Our life on earth is and ought to be material and carnal. But we have not yet learned to manage our materialism and carnality properly they are still entangled with the desire for ownership.
One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
When we were only acquaintances, you let me be myself, but now you're always protecting me... I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can'...
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
I am so used to seeing the sort of play which deals with one man and two women. They do not leave me with the feeling I have made a full theatrical meal they do not give me the experience of the multi...
Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been.
We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, a...
لقد صنعنا الآلة لكي تنفذ إرادتنا، لكننا لا نملك أن ندفعها لتنفيذها الآن.. والآن تجبرنا على عبادتها.. إن الآلة تتطور و لكن ليس وفق مخططاتنا..تواصل مسيرها لكن ليس نحو هدفنا.. نحن موجودون فقط ككريات دم ت...
It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.
An efficiency-regime cannot be run without a few heroes stuck about it to carry off the dullness - much as plums have to be put into a bad pudding to make it palatable.
The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.
The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.
Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.
One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
It was the hour of unreality.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.