See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.
At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate on; a few flowers on earth and all the stars in heaven.
There is a prospect greater than the sea, and that is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.
The more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.
Being in love doesn't mean loving. You may be in love with a woman and yet hate her.
I am sorry I can say nothing more to console you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in...
You mustn't ask too much of human endurance, one must be merciful.
Irrationalism also depends on the cult of action for action's sake. Action being beautiful in itself, it must be taken before, or without, reflection. Thinking is a form of emasculation.
To be a Christian - a follower of Jesus Christ - is to love wisdom, love justice, and love freedom.
It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it?
What white Americans do not face when they regard a Negro reality - the fact that life is tragic. Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for...
Behold yon miserable creature. That Point is a Being like ourselves, but confined to the non-dimensional Gulf. He is himself his own World, his own Universe; of any other than himself he can form no...
As you can see, that leaves almost no time for brooding, lagging, plodding, or procrastinating, and if we stopped to think or laugh, we'd never get nothing done. "You mean you'd never get anything...
Many things are possible just as long as you don't know they're impossible.
How can a man be satisfied to entertain an opinion merely, and enjoy it?
No culture has yet solved the dilemma each has faced with the growth of a conscious mind: how to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in...
"We're a dramatic people," Perry Mason said slowly. "We're not like the English. The English want dignity and order. We want the dramatic and the spectacular. It's a national craving. We're geared to...
Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
For at every stage of your civilizations there are numbers of you who put aside selfishness and dedicate their lives in service to something they see as being greater than themselves. I say you may...
She doesn't believe in dogs, Bridget said. Dogs are hardly an article of faith, Sylvie said.
What a mystery we are to ourselves, even as we go on, learning more, sorting it out a little. The further on we go, the more meaning there is but the less articulable. You live your life, and the...
He had thought love as a policy made a lot of sense for those who could manage it, and anyone who could manage it belonged in religious life. The rest of us have to struggle with more ordinary love,...
What more does one ask of life, really, but to stagger from moment to moment with a reason to wake and wait for the next reason to wake?
I have tried, of course, to be faithful to the evidence. Yet evidence is not truth. It is only evident.
People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.
Blessed are the idiots, for they are happiest people on earth.
From a certain height, everyone looks the same - men, women, villains, kings - as if rank and fortune were simply an accident of perspective.
I like the way cats love to be a little inside and a little outside, to satisfy both their domestic side and their wild side, and I also feel wild and domestic. I can stay at home, but only if the...
Our contradictions are never so to ourselves.
Many voices argue that it is exclusionary to claim that you have the truth, but as we have seen, that view itself sets up a dichotomy with you as the heroically tolerant and others as villainously or...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....