It is the earliest dream that I can remember, earlier than the witch at the corner of the nursery passage, this dream of something outside that has got to come in. The witch, like the masked dancers,...
In the act of creation there is always, it seems, an awful selfishness. So Dickens's wife and mistress had to suffer so that dickens could make his novels and his fortune. At least a bank manager's mo...
Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor...
But we do not love people for what they do for us. Love happens to us; it isn't created.
But it is impossible to go through life without trust; that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Be Disloyal. It's your duty to the human race. The human race needs to survive and it's the loyal man who dies first from anxiety or a bullet or overwork. If you have to earn a living...and the price...
A man becomes trustworthy when you trust him.
Communists have committed great crimes but at least they have not stood aside like an established society and been indifferent. I would rather have blood on my hands than water like Pilate.
You should dream more, Mr. Wormold. Reality in our century is not something to be faced.
The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.
She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.
Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either extreme egotism, selfishness, evil -- or else an absolute ignorance.
Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.
Hatred seems to operate on the same glands as love it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion would we have been able to say from their ac...
It's easier to get over a thing" Scobie said, "if you talk about it
You should dream more. Reality in our century is not something to be faced.
There's nothing discreditable about jealousy, Mr Bendrix. I always salute it as the mark of true love.
There was always another side to a joke, the side of the victim.
There are men whom one has an irresistible desire to tease: men whose virtues one doesn’t share.
She wasn’t religious. She didn’t believe in heaven or hell, only in ghosts, Ouija boards, tables which rapped and little inept voices speaking plaintively of flowers