Confusion? I'm glad to hear of your confusion. A human condition, not a political one
Perverse, how perverse the human instincts
Where man is there has to be beauty, there have to be dreams
I believe that a man should be faithful to his beliefs
Heaven is limitless. It is not confined as our earth is confined. And yet, says the Lord, this house must be filled. Filled with countless human souls, and each one revelling in its divine uniqueness
There are certain things that God can't do. He can't not be God, for instance. As a creator he has no power of destruction. He can't even destroy a human soul. He can only make it suffer eternally
That man does not properly understand the nature of sin, thanks to the blinding power of the devil, in no way mitigates the horror of the impact of sin on the pure radience of God
Hell is an emanation of God's justice. But we believe that his love is greater than his justice. Hell has to exist ... but there may be nobody in it
Pity is built into the human psyche and it has to find an object somewhere
Human language disposes to contradiction
Toothache was, I supposed, a kind of luxury to a man of my age
You have no right to assume that your present present present represents a permanent and unchangeable state
Man is a living soul who must be tested in suffering and death
A man filled with meat turns his back on the dry bones of political doctrine. Fanatical devotion to the ruling party comes more readily from the materially deprived
Memory as a human faculty is subject to human limitation and we are condemned to invent so much of the past
I love him because he is a human soul, and I regret that his pure humanity, which issued from the hand of a God in whom he does not believe, has been so foully sullied by the devils of greed and power which have clearly taken possession of him. I would like to purge him of those devils, but, in his perversity, he is happy to be possessed.
I used to have this dream about being called in to save the life of a great man. I've only saved little men, and not too many of these
You look bruised and lonely. You look like a man who needs a picture to look at
I was a young, a very young and immature man who believed it eas a fine thing to be a writer
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. It is for the reader to see in the book the nature of the motives of human actions and perhaps learn something, too, of the motives behind the social forces which judge those actions and which, I take it, we call a system of morality
A man's soul is his own
I recognized myself, somewhat sadly, as being a bookish man, ears pricking at the mention of a book unknown in an unknown language, any book, any language
A man's sexuality is his own business
There's a limit to what a man, or a woman, ought to be willing to undergo
God alone knew from what suppurating primordial dung heap man had arisen