Remember that life is not a right but a gift. And now the gift is removed. Be thankful that you have savoured that gift. March into the dark with erect hands, eyes open
The real fight, the struggle with form and expression, unwon
I have never known the impossible to be much trouble. You start off with the impossible, and that is a blank sheet on which the possible may be written
Why did God allow evil to exist? A question not to be asked. Without evil there could be no freedom of choice
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
I tried to address him with calm, to treat him as an errant character of my own fiction
I tried to address him with calm, to treat him as some errant character of my own fiction
I can't afford affairs. I mean, affairs begin with dinner and wine and candlelight to continue in commodious apartments. I live in one room and sleep in the smell of the gasring cooker
I can't afford affairs. I mean, affairs begin with dinner and wine and candlelight to continue in commodious apartments. I live in one room and sleep in the smell of gasring cookery
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
Britain has usually, with the absent-mindedness that acquired her an empire, blazed the major trails of social change
There's nothing wrong with dying spectacularly. Christ did it.
I went back to my novel, crumpled the sheet I had started, and forced the characters back into total servitude to my will. Slaves, sort of, with only the illusion of freedom. Like all of us.
Knowledge is there for you to taste, and with that knowledge power
Paris is for the international gang that laughs at commas and doesn't write fuck with asteriks
The tropical day as an allegory of life, starting in coolness and cleanliness and Edenic beauty and too soon continuing with sweat and the feel of grubbiness and the shirt and shoes already defiled
Her brain was furnished with all the rubbish that the expert promoters of American values, comfort and stimulants could provide
The church should get on with its job, which entails being persecuted. The church is never a victim, remember that. The church survives
We were all learning to live with our shame, an aspect of the human condition
There have to be martyrs and witnesses
In a free society, intellectuals are among the under-privileged. What they offer - as schoolteachers, university lecturers, writers - is not greatly wanted. If they threaten to withdraw their labour, nobody is going to be much disturbed. To refuse to publish a volume of free verse or take a class in structural linguistics - that's not like cutting off the power supplies or stopping the buses
Revolutions are usually the work of disgruntled intellectuals with the gift of the gab ... They go to the barricades in the name of the peasant or the working man. For "intellectuals of the world unite" is not a very inspiring slogan
At fifteen my mind was set on learning. At thirty my character had been formed. At forty I had no more perplexities. At fifty I knew the Mandate of Heaven. At sixty I was at ease with whatever I heard. At seventy I could follow my heart's desire without transgressing moral principles.
For this Love is enraged with me, Yet kills not ; if I must example be To future rebels, if th' unborn Must learn by my being cut up and torn, Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this Torture against thine own end is ; Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.
If you deal carelessly with bees you will injure them,and will yourself be injured. And so with men. It cannot be otherwise, because natural love is the fundamental law of human life.