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Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.
Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.
such is the effect of true politeness, that it banishes all restraint and embarassment.
I never met a librarian worth his or her salt who didn't perceive my passion for books.
Kitchens are for conversation. They're not just for cooking; they're for conversations.
Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.
And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.
Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.
Two times two will be four even without my will. Is that what you call man's free will?
Break what must be broken, once for all, that's all, and take the suffering on oneself.
For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.
Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.
Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
I'm not one of those that can see the cat in the dairy and wonder what she's there for.
We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.
A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.
I do not wish to comment on the work; if it does not speak for itself, it is a failure.
We may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun.
Oceania was at war with Eurasia; therefore Oceania had always been at war with Eurasia.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.
Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.
New York City is a great apartment hotel in which everyone lives and no one is at home.
I live in London and I am a British subject, although I do write in Spanish, of course.
When I write, I enjoy myself so much that what is being written really needs no reader.
It's dangerous to watch staggering butterflies. They have a plan but it has no meaning.
Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry.
Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.
Golf has too much walking to be a good game, and just enough game to spoil a good walk.
People demand a lot of the justice system and they demand things that it can't deliver.
That's the ideal meeting...once upon a time, only once, unexpectedly, then never again.
If you begin the day with a laugh, you may, nevertheless, end it with a sob and a sigh.
Sometimes it's necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it's the only way to make things right.
That's what it is to love someone: to give whatever you can while taking what you must.
Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
Our most natural feelings are those we are loath to confess, and fatuity is among them.
Discouragement is of all ages: In youth it is a presentiment, in old age a remembrance.
In painting, you can suddenly come upon something so huge that no-one can deal with it.
The day when we plan seriously to start living either never comes or it comes too late.
Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?
She surveyed the carnage behind him. "Did you have fun?" He showed her his teeth. "Yes.
It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.
The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.